Title: The Best Is Yet to Come (Chapter 7 of 7)
Verse: G1
Rating: M
Other Characters: Ratchet, Wheeljack
Warnings: Plug and Play, Intense Interface Situation
Summary/Notes: Conclusion of "The Best Is Yet to Come"/Thank you to everyone who submitted reviews.

I do not own Transformers nor the lyrics to Fly Me to the Moon (In Other Words).

Prowl was in the rec room with a data pad and a cube of energon. He still struggled with Optimus Prime's advice to interact more with the crew. He still brought work with him to the rec room while he drank his energon. Most of the time, he still finished his energon long before finishing his work. Jazz's music selections were still as distracting as ever. Today was different and it had the tactician a bit wary. Big band music played in the background.

Prowl's work was done and he still had half a cube of energon. He watched the other mechs in the rec room as they refueled and relaxed. He was also very much aware that one very skilled saboteur was watching him. The saboteur noted that the tactician was enjoying himself. Deciding to make his move, Jazz walked to the end of the room and selected a song. He began to sing:

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars

Prowl's attention was immediately drawn to Jazz. He watched with anticipation as Jazz slowly began to work his way across the room continuing to sing:

In other words hold my hand
In other words kiss me baby

Jazz stopped in front of Prowl and looked straight at him. He swayed his hips to the music and smiled sweetly at the tactician. Prowl made no attempt to disguise the fact that his optics were fixed on Jazz's hips. Jazz was delighted that he had Prowl's undivided attention. He angled himself before his mate so that Prowl could see every sway of his hips. Prowl didn't care that Jazz was being quite blatant with his performance as he knew that Jazz danced and sang only for Prowl now. Jazz beckoned for Prowl to stand and moving closer to the tactician he continued to sing with conviction:

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

Prowl raised an optic ridge gazing serenely at Jazz from under his chevron. Jazz certainly did adore Prowl and made sure to let Prowl know it every chance he could. Prowl loved how Jazz would absolutely worship him when the saboteur made slow sweet love to him. Despite the serenity on his faceplates he could already feel his systems heating up. If Jazz was serenading Prowl like this in front of everyone, Prowl could only imagine what Jazz would do when they were alone in their quarters. An instrumental interlude began and the other mechs watching in the rec room were stunned when it was Prowl who reached for Jazz. Prowl swept Jazz into his arms. The tactician guided his mate around the room as they danced in perfect rhythm to the music. Both mechs' gazes were locked on each other and they moved fluidly and gracefully as one. Jazz was grinning widely at Prowl appreciating the fact that Prowl was dancing with him like this. Jazz loved to watch Prowl dance for him privately in their quarters. Jazz knew that Praxians would dance in public with their bondmate but Prowl could be quite shy and so far had not danced even the most innocent of dances in public. Jazz realized that if Prowl was dancing with him like this now he was going to be in for a real treat later when Prowl danced for him privately. Prowl had a small smile on his face. It was small but noticeable and those watching were amazed at the change in Prowl.

Jazz sang again for the conclusion of the song keeping Prowl close:

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

The song ended and Jazz leaned forward to softly kiss Prowl. Prowl returned the kiss to Jazz's delight. Prowl knew that Jazz was not trying to show off a prize. Jazz was simply enjoyed letting his mate know how he felt. Prowl now understood this through the bond they shared which was why he allowed the kiss in front of so many others. He was slightly uncomfortable through with all the optics upon him. Jazz gently nibbled Prowl's lower lip and soothed his mate with a gentle stroke on his arm. He would get to those magnificent doorwings later.

Knowing how Prowl was feeling, Jazz released his mate and taking his servo led him to the table where Ratchet was sitting with Wheeljack. Neither the medic nor the engineer commented on the dance. They both knew how Prowl felt about unwanted attention. Besides, Ratchet was far more interested in enjoying a cube of extra-fine high grade which he had poured from his now considerable stash, thanks to Jazz and Prowl. His winnings from the betting pool were even greater than he had though. He just might take a cube to Optimus later for giving his blessing to the two glitches. He still didn't like the fact that they were sparkbound but with his ample supply of high grade it was worth enduring. The four mechs talked quietly for a while about the events of the day and eventually the latest ship gossip.

Jazz was certainly the more flamboyant mech of the pair. He didn't mind the attention of a crowd. Prowl was far more reserved, at least in public, but still found ways to have fun with Jazz when others were around. As Prowl was inquiring about Wheeljack's latest experiment, he was subtly teasing Jazz. Despite the restrained exterior, Jazz had discovered Prowl had a passionate side and the tactician took great pleasure in teasing his Jazz for the purpose of making his mate especially receptive to his advances. With no barriers between them Prowl held back nothing from Jazz. It made their relationship very intense. Jazz was in return receptive and attentive to his mate.

In a relatively short period of time they had become adept at communicating through their bond. Prowl's current tactic to arouse his lover was to slowly and almost imperceptibly flick a doorwing at Jazz and speak to Jazz across the bond, ::Mmm, Jazz. I enjoyed dancing with you. I was thinking of dancing for you back in our quarters.::

Jazz was becoming quite adept at returning the teasing. ::Oh?:: he spoke across the bond. ::You know how I love to watch you dance.:: He punctuated the message with a subtle scratch to one of his sensory horns. To anyone watching, it looked like Jazz just scratched at a small irritation. To Prowl though, it was a clear message of what Jazz had on his processor.

Prowl smiled at his mate and continued to speak through the bond, ::You did serenade me quite nicely. Thank you. Perhaps you'll provide a private encore?:: This was accompanied with a more noticeable flick of his doorwing.

Ratchet and Wheeljack fell silent and watched with amusement as the lovers flirted with each other and slowly became less discreet about it but never crossed the line into the obvious. Ratchet opened a private comm link to Wheeljack, /Young ones don't know anything about being subtle./

Wheeljack snickered a bit which briefly caught the attention of Jazz and Prowl. They both realized that they had been flirting with each other and thought that the medic and the engineer had continued their conversation and that they had subsequently missed a joke. Ratchet only took another swallow of his high grade and gave the couple a severe look.

Wheeljack spoke through the private comm link back to the medic, /Yes, Ratch, you are quite practiced at being subtle./ He paused, /Just how I like it…/

Wheeljack's fins lit up briefly as Ratchet almost but not quite choked on his energon.

Jazz decided they had sat with Ratchet and Wheeljack long enough to satisfy appearances. He then politely excused himself and Prowl and led his lover out of the rec room. Prowl allowed Jazz to lead him through the halls but was surprised when they did not go to their quarters. Instead, Jazz led Prowl to the tactician's office and once they were inside he made sure to lock the door.

"Primus, Prowler," Jazz murmured, "you are so fragging hot when you flirt with me."

Jazz was in an especially good mood and decided that for tonight he wanted to dominate and orchestrate their intimacy. Prowl recognized the look in Jazz's optics. While it was true that Prowl was usually the dominate mech in their intimate interactions, he now understood that part of being dominant was being willing to relinquish control. Prowl still struggled with that but Jazz made it easier for him.

Prowl stood just inside the door to his office and waited for Jazz to tell him what to do. He trembled slightly at the anticipation. Jazz was adventurous and playful when he dominated and Prowl didn't mind submitting to him. Jazz recognized that Prowl was aware of his intentions and was already submitting to Jazz by waiting for the saboteur to take control.

Jazz grinned and gently guided Prowl to a spot halfway between the door and the desk. Jazz kept his optics trained on his somewhat self-conscious lover, backed away, and moved behind the desk. He took a seat in Prowl's chair and pulled himself up to the desk. He set his elbows on the surface and rested his chin on his servos which were folded together.

"Dance for me," he purred. His voice was soft yet commanding. Prowl shivered at the tone of voice his lover used.

Prowl began to dance for his mate. It was the same dance he had performed for Jazz on the night they bonded. Prowl could feel Jazz's optics move over his body like a physical touch. It didn't take very long for Prowl to lose himself in the dance. He was a little surprised that Jazz never seemed to grow tired of seeing the same dance over and over. Prowl had on occasion attempted to modify it but every time Jazz would insist that he return to the original dance. Now, Prowl moved gracefully before Jazz with his peds, arms, and doorwings perfectly synchronized. He kept his optics trained on his lover except when he turned around to give Jazz an opticful of his doorwings which fluttered enticingly.

When the dance was over he became still again and gazed at Jazz with lust. His internal systems were heated from the dance and he was ready to interface. He knew that Jazz knew this as well.

Indeed, Jazz did know this. He rose from Prowl's chair and keeping optic contact he moved around the desk and stood before Prowl. He did not touch Prowl but looked at him with barely restrained lust. "Yer so beautiful, Prowler." Jazz walked behind his mate and gazed at Prowl's trembling doorwings. He stroked each one once and that alone caused Prowl to gasp. Returning his servos to his sides Jazz softly commanded Prowl, "Turn around."

Prowl did so being careful not to bump Jazz with his doorwings. He looked at Jazz waiting for his next command.

Jazz took a small step forward. "Back up Prowler, slowly," he whispered. As the tactician slowly backed up, Jazz moved forward keeping the same distance between them. Eventually, Prowl bumped against his desk which halted any further movement. He looked at Jazz and actually enjoying giving up his control for a little while. The irony was not lost on Prowl that Jazz had decided to come to his office for this. It was strangely fitting in a way that the place where Prowl had the most control and authority as SIC was the very place that Jazz now chose to exercise his control over Prowl.

Jazz closed the space between them and pressed his frame against his lover's. He could feel Prowl's fans working to cool his frame but Jazz had no intention of allowing Prowl's frame to cool anytime soon. He pressed his lips against Prowl's and moaned into the heated kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. One of the struggles that Jazz had with being in control was that interfacing with Prowl felt so good that he couldn't hold himself back to draw things out for very long. This was one of the reasons why he had no problem with allowing Prowl to take control most of the time. Prowl was so disciplined that he could drag out Jazz's pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. Sometimes though, Jazz enjoyed just the raw passion of an unrestrained interface with Prowl. This was one of those times. "No inhibitors," he murmured.

Jazz slid his servos to the backs of Prowl's thighs and in one fluid motion hefted his lover onto the desk. Jazz followed covering the tactician's frame with his own. Four servos reached for any sensitive spot within reach. Prowl understood Jazz's need for this type of fierce interfacing which was almost feral in nature. Love and passion flooded through their bond. It wasn't a long time before Jazz reached for his now exposed interface array and extended his cable. He plugged into Prowl's port and without waiting for Prowl he gently but firmly extracted Prowl's cable and plugged it into his own port. Jazz groaned as their systems synchronized and he immediately began to flood his lover with data pulses. Prowl gasped at the intensity of the lovemaking they were engaged in. Jazz was unrestrained and losing control of himself as he passionately interfaced with Prowl. Jazz didn't lose himself like this very often and Prowl secretly enjoyed it when he did. Prowl allowed himself to be caught up in the moment and it wasn't long before overload crashed through both of their systems as they screamed each other's names.

Their systems slowly came back online and Prowl looked up into his lover's dimmed optics. "Amazing, Prowler," Jazz drawled softly. "I love it when ya truly let go with me like that."

Prowl smiled and tilted his helm up to catch Jazz's lips in a soft kiss. Without warning he moved swiftly and bucked up underneath Jazz and managed to flip him over onto his back and straddled his lover with a smirk.

"Oooh, yes, Prowler," Jazz moaned.

"Hmmm, I'll show you letting go," Prowl murmured into Jazz's audio receptor. Since their interface cables were still connected Prowl began to flood his presence into Jazz's processor. With a quick glance up at the drawing of his lover on the wall behind the desk, Prowl began to let himself go with the same abandon he had that first night with Jazz. He could feel Jazz's servos reach up to stimulate his doorwings. Prowl activated his overload inhibitors only to prevent an immediate overload so that he could enjoy the near frenzy of passion he was experiencing. Jazz understood what Prowl wanted and eased up slightly with the assault on his doorwings. Prowl responded with a deep groan of want. Jazz softly encouraged his lover with whispered words. "Enjoy it, babe. It's okay to let go once in a while. Trust me, I can handle it."

Prowl's tactical processor became caught up in a dilemma of wanting to draw out the sensations he was experiencing and the desire to feel another overload. His processor stalled while trying to work out the problem leaving him struggling at the very edge of overload but unable to reach the tipping point and unable to back away from the precipice. Jazz allowed him to struggle for a few moments before opening his sparkplates and spark chamber and simultaneously sending the same command to Prowl who was unable to issue the command himself. Jazz reached up and grasped his mate's shoulders who was by now nearly crazed with unmet desire. "Jazz," Prowl cried out. "Please…"

Not one to deny his lover, Jazz pulled Prowl to himself and allowed their sparks to touch. As their sparks merged, Jazz became caught up in the feelings Prowl was experiencing. "Oh, Primus," he groaned, "so...intense...won't…last…long…" Jazz could feel the struggle within Prowl's tactical processor trying to decide between the continued pleasure and the need for release. Jazz however, did not have a tactical processor and therefore didn't have the problem of it locking up as Prowl's had. Jazz quickly reached the point of overload and as he fell into the depths of pleasurable release he pulled Prowl with him and broke the loop the tactician had been caught up in. With their sparks merged their mutual overload seemed to last longer than usual and instead of ending abruptly it just seemed to slowly return them back to themselves and forced both of them offline wrapped in each other's arms.

Before their processors completely became unaware of anything, Jazz sent a tender thought to his bondmate, ::You're the best, Prowler, the best…::

Jazz dimly sensed a soft reply in his processor, ::The best is always yet to come.::