Shield your eyes, for the last section is what gave this fic its 'M' rating.
Units of time as I use them:
Klick – a second
Breem – a minute
Joor – an hour
Cycle – a day
Decacycle – 10 days
Groon – a month
Orn – a decade
Vorn – a century
{bond chatter}
::Comm. chatter::
"G'mornin Prowler" I mumbled into his shoulder. I'd almost forgotten how we ended up recharging together, and it wasn't something I was eager to forget. The events of the previous night were surprisingly fun, although I didn't want to race around in poorly-lit maze anytime soon.
"Morning Jazz" Prowl sleepily replied, stretching his doorwings out behind him. While I was mesmerised by them, he stood up and continued stretching. He was either completely oblivious to how good he looked, or he was doing this on purpose. I got up too, although I didn't stretch. No, I'd do that in the washracks.
We lazily ambled into the washracks, turned on the shower and waited for the cleanser to warm up. Once it was warm enough, we both slipped in under the spray. Knowing full-well that the cleanser was glistening and running down me, highlighting all of the right places, I stretched my arms upwards, showing off. When I looked at Prowl again after, feeling a lot more awake and energised after my wake-up stretch, he was busy putting solvent on a rag. He didn't even see it. He glanced up at me innocently.
"What?"
"Nothin'."
"So, what's tha plan fer today?"
"I managed to secure tickets to see Blaster this afternoon. You're free to do as you wish until then."
I immediately leapt forwards, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a heated kiss. I was so happy and excited I couldn't even begin to explain it – I was seeing Blaster! Prowl returned it, wrapping his arms around me, clearly pleased that he'd made a good move.
"What're ya doin' today?"
"I have a meeting with my sire and diffusion practice, but after that I am free."
I nodded, smiling. I'd seen Prowl in diffusion practice before, when we were younglings, and he was good at it. I wonder if they still practice in the same place? I'd found a spot in the library that gave a perfect view of the group practicing and sparring together.
Prowl released his hold on me, quietly murmuring that the meeting started soon and I released him too, allowing him to leave. I now had free reign until I was with Prowl again. I didn't know how long that meeting would last, and I decided not to risk it. Library it was.
The library was just as huge as I remembered it, stretching up so high you couldn't see the top. There were row upon row of datapads, some older than the building itself and others newer than the days sunrise. I saw the steps leading up to the second floor, and I quickly ran up them, locating the window seat tucked away behind a corner, hidden from prying optics. I took a datapad fromm the shelf, something about ancient Cybertron, and I made myself comfortable by the window.
I onlined the pad and started reading it. It was all myth and legend surrounding Primus and the original thirteen, and The Fallen. I'd heard about The Fallen before from my creators. A Prime who'd turned his back on Primus and paid heavily for it. It was when I reached the fallen Vosians that m interest was really captured. Vos and Praxus were linked, and according to this, Praxians were Vosians who had 'lost their wings'. There were pictures and diagrams of what the doorwings used to look like, and Primus were they stunning. They were joined to their backs in the same place, however instead of being roughly rectangular in shape and acting as doors to their alternate modes they hooked down like scythes and reached their knees – ankles in the femmes, strangely – and were separated into five segments. They reminded me of an organic creature from another planet – I think it was called a bird?
The bird-like wings made them look, quite simply, like angles. Over time, the wings had evolved into the rectangular shapes they are today. It was a bit of a shame really, as those wings really did look beautiful.
I was distracted from my reading by the sound of metal striking metal outside. I looked out the window and nearly cheered – I could see Prowler! He was correcting the stance of a younger noble, teaching them how to properly parry. The younglings wings were fluttering, showing their annoyance at not being able to correctly parry. It was almost cute. Prowl had a look of absolute concentration on his face, gently nudging them into the correct position and saying something to them. I couldn't hear what, but it seemed to help the youngling as when Prowl stepped away to allow the younglings sparring partner to attack, they correctly parried it.
He patted the youngling on the shoulder before moving on to help the other younglings. It looked as though he were assisting with this class, and not actually practicing himself. It was slightly disappointing, as I was looking forward to seeing Prowl spar, but I wasn't disappointed. Prowl looked kinda cute surrounded by young praxians, and he honestly was quite good with them. The thought of Prowl one day being a sire to one made me want to curl up into a ball and scream. It sounded adorable!
I watched them until the session was dismissed. As soon as the mech who appeared to be leading the class sent everyone away, Prowls optics immediately snapped up and met with my own. How long did he know I was watching for?! It was almost creepy.
::Would you like to leave now? We'll have a joor to see the area beforehand.::
::Sure thing.::
As we were leaving the venue after Blasters performance, I noticed that the Praxians were staying much further away from each other than usual. Non-doorwingers who were with them also gave them a wider berth – I wonder why?
My question was still answered when I accidentally brushed against Prowl wing. I didn't notice a step, too caught up in my own thoughts about why they were doing this, and I stumbled, throwing my arms out. Prowl was quick to help me adjust again, but made a strange strangled noise when I touched the extra limb. I gave him a questioning look, slightly worried that I'd hurt him by accident.
"I'm fine. Doorwings are more sensitive after long periods of loud noise."
That explained the larger personal bubbles.
"How long does it last?"
"It depends. This'll only last a couple joor at most for me, however."
I only had a couple of joor to take the most advantage of this extra sensitivity. How likely was it that Prowl would race me back?
"We should probably hurry with getting back, the Lord wishes to see my in three joors."
"Ah'll race ya."
Prowl gave me a strange look. "I'm not racing you."
"Please?"
"It's illegal and childish." I pouted. Trust Prowl to bring the law into this. It wasn't as if he'd never broken any!
"Party pooper."
"It's my job."
I transformed, engine idling as I waited for him to follow suit and drove back to the palace.
Once we were back, we returned to Prowls quarters. I was slightly surprised when he invited me in with him, expecting to be set loose like earlier today.
"I have to meet my sire in two joors, and I fully intend to spend that time with you."
I felt myself melting at that, following him down onto the sofa and nestling myself into his side. I almost forgot about the whole doorwing thing until he shuffled uncomfortably, a pillow rubbing against it.
Devious grin in place, I gently ran my hand down the entire length, drawing a full-body shudder from Prowl. He gave me a quizzical look.
"What're you doing?"
"Ah'm curious." I replied, doing it again but with a firmer stroke this time. Prowl shuddered again, biting his bottom lip. His optics dimmed slightly and his fans clicked on, but he didn't protect. So I continued.
I gently rubbed my entire hand over the surface of a wing, massaging the surface. Prowl gripped tightly onto the sofa, pressing his wing into my hand and arching his back slightly. He bit down harder on his lip, barely restraining a moan.
Apparently, this felt incredibly good to him. When I reached over and started playing with his other wing, he released a strained cry, back arching and electricity crackling over his frame. The unmistakeable sound of a mech overloading filled the room. My work here was done.
While he was recovering from his high, panting slightly, I pecked him on the lips and curled back up into his side.
I needed to think of a proper way to thank him for taking me to the performance. It wasn't often I got to see Blaster – he usually asks that me and Mirage don't go because we make him feel nervous while performing and he thinks he messes up because of it. Needless to say, I loved the concerts I went to regardless – especially this one. I didn't know why he got nervous as we were just other guests.
Prowl growled, twisting around and pushing me down onto the sofa. He was looming over me, a wicked look in his eye with a devious grin to match. He was in a very good mood if he was actually grinning. It was admittedly very attractive and I wanted to see more expressions like this on the mech.
"That, was naughty."
The only warning I had that there was imminent danger were his doorwings flicking once before he pounced, digging his fingers in under my plating before he wriggled them.
It...
It tickled!
I was almost in tears of laughter, grabbing onto Prowls arms and trying to push him away.
"Prowl, please no! Stop!"
He just started tickling me more, making my legs kick out and flail. I was never good with being tickled. How did he know?!
"Prowlleerrr!" I whined, wriggling around to try and escape. Prowl laughed, giving one last wiggle before stopping his tickling assault. He drew his fingers out from my sides and pressed a kiss to my forehelm.
"I need to go now."
I sighed, releasing my grip on his arms and allowing him to move away. He gave me an apologetic look before he left.
I must have looked like a pleasure bot, sprawled out on the sofa, face flushed and panting heavily. I wasn't going to deny that Prowl looming over me with his fingers in between my plating and a deliciously evil expression on his face was hot as pit, and it left an uncomfortable heat in between my legs. I stayed there for a few clicks, willing it to go away, however it stubbornly stayed. There was nothing that I could do that wouldn't be embarrassing or awkward if I were caught to get rid of it. I could either leave it and continue as if nothing was wrong, and possibly have my cooling fans turn on or have it get even worse, or I would spend twenty breems in a washrack and be done with it and hope that nobody comes in.
I opted for the latter, quickly getting up and almost sprinting into the washracks. I had no idea when Prowl would be back – these meetings could last for mere breems or go on for joors – I desperately wanted it last for a while. It would be down-right humiliating to be caught red-handed by him!
I turned on the cleanser in the event that he did come back so that he wouldn't be able to hear as well, and I retracted back my panel.
Cooling fans clicking on, I stepped under the spray. I ran my hands down my sides, tickling the sensors there and sending pleasant tingles across my neural net. When I reached my hips, I gently pushed my fingers in and stroked the wires I found. I moaned, the sound echoing around the room. My knees felt like jelly and I slowly sank down to the floor, spike bobbing slightly with the movement.
I snaked my hands over my thighs, teasing myself, before one hand reached up to stroke an audial horn and the other wrapped itself firmly around my spike. I was about to slowly start pumping my hand along the length when I heard the door to Prowls quarters open.
Fragging frag, why was this sounding more and more like a cheap romance novel?! I held my breath, willing Prowl not to come in and see me kneeling under the spray of cleanser with my interface array bared for the world to see.
He must have taken that since the cleanser was running, I was in the washrack and he didn't come in to check. I slumped in relief – as much as I would be a sight to see for Prowl I didn't want him to see me like this. I really would look like a pleasure bot. We hadn't seen each other since we were nearly out of our youngling frames, breaching into our teenage – that was at least five vorns ago! It would be awkward as slag.
When I was sure he wasn't going to come in, struggling to ignore the insistent twinge of my spike as it begged for attention, I continued.
I had to bite down on my lip hard when Prowl started taking in the other room. He must have been on a comm. call or something, as he was giving orders in a tone that was deeper and much more commanding than his usual one, and fraggit it was doing something fierce to me. I pumped my spike faster, hips jerking slightly and offlined my visor so I could concentrate on the sensation of having my spike rubbed and the sound of Prowls voice.
My back arched and helm thrown back against the wall, I thumbed the slit at the tip and my mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure. Oh pit this felt wonderful. Very soon, I was relentlessly chasing my overload. I gasped, quickly biting down on my hand to muffle any other noises I'd make as I finally overloaded.
As I leaned back against the wall, recovering from my release, the cleanser washed away all traces and evidence. I closed my panels and shut off the cleanser, content to just sit in the shower cubicle for a bit longer.
When I onlined my visor again, I saw that Prowl was standing in the doorway, watching me with a concerned expression. My faceplates heated up almost immediately – frag! Did he see?! Was I being too noisy?
"Are you alright?" He asked, walking in and kneeling next to me, pressing his forehelm to mine to check my temperature. I quickly nodded, trying hard not to blush. I spotted something behind him that looked suspiciously like transfluid and forced myself to not react. It was times like these when I praised Primus for the creation of a visor – no one knows where I'm looking. And so, the suspicious stain remained undetected.
"Ah'm fine, just a lil' hot. What did Smokescreen want?"
"Lord Smokescreen wanted to inform me that my twin is returning for a short period of time."
"Ya have a twin?!"
"Yes. His name is Smokescreen."
(O u O)
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
From this point forward, to avoid confusion, 'Lord Smokescreen' is Prowls sire and 'Smokescreen' is his twin. If in doubt, if there's no 'Lord' in front of it, it's Prowls twin.
Can you tell I love ticklish Jazz yet? (It's appeared in like loads of my stories)
~Llama
