Prowl stumbled at he was pushed forward, the soldier behind him cursing his slowness. The ambush had surprised the group guarding the tactician. They had thought themselves safe from direct attack, well behind the front lines. A surprise attack from above, pushed them towards tumbled ruins nearby for cover, but the decepticons were pressing them hard. Prowl hurried deeper into the crumbling twisting metal alleys and passages, blaster in hand. A sudden exclamation, the sound of guns firing and the soldier was no longer behind him. His tactical computer ran useless calculations on the ruins being a trap, the probabilities of each of his companions still being wounded, online, alive as he sought a place to regroup or hide. A dark doorway off to the side offered promise as a sanctuary and he dived in, sensor wings pulled in tight.
He collided with another mech right inside the entrance, both going down in a tangle of limbs. For a moment they fought, wrestling for the upper hand, but it was the decepticon who was obviously better skilled that ended up on top, pinning Prowl down.
They ended up face to face, pressed close against one another as intimately as lovers. Vents running hot, Prowl stared up with wide blue optics, his spark pulsing so quickly, it seemed about to burst through his chest plates. A red visor stared down, just as startled.
They stared into each others optics, unable to look away, feeling each other's spark beating madly in their chassis. Their auras mingled, confused but attracted. Their sparks reached for the other, despite the barriers of armor and plating.
"Mine" the other whispered, voice quiet and almost reverent. Prowl trembled, his spark aching to claim the other mech.
"Yes" he breathed "Mine".