Title: Indulgent Seduction
Warnings: Mech X Mech, male/male, whatever. Detailed stickiness.
Disclaimers: Not mine!
Chapter Seven
It wasn't logical for him to feel love. He was the second in command and as such, any relationships formed could become hazardous. He couldn't live with himself if his lover was abducted or killed in battle simply because they were with him. He wouldn't be able to be fair when it came to said lover. He was looked to for guidance and leadership, especially during those times that Optimus wasn't around for some reason or another. It was his duty to be as cold and reticent as possible in order to retain the respect that he had amassed through the years of being Prime's SIC.
Of course, that had deterred him from having any lovers and even kept him from having friends. He had his fair share of 'crushes' but he knew it was impossible to actually have those relations-for the longest time he'd been hopelessly in love with the rambunctious Sideswipe. That had been destroyed once Optimus had informed of his own attraction to the prankster (and Prowl seriously wondered why it seemed everyone was drawn to Sideswipe.) He'd entertained thoughts about Wheeljack for a few vorns before deciding that being in love with the engineer would mean hardly seeing him-their duties would hinder any chance at a relationship. In the beginning, he'd confused lust and love for Optimus. They'd had a few encounters but nothing ever came from it (Optimus had actually been his first interface.)
But none of those could compare to the feelings that Jazz woke inside him. Jazz made him nervous and shy; two personality traits that were practically non-existent when it came to him. He couldn't deny the pull towards Jazz; that was illogical. They were nothing alike. Jazz was loud, charismatic, an extrovert, and so very, very handsome. Prowl was, well, Prowl. Nothing incredibly unique about him; in character or appearance. That was why he found the entire concept of him and Jazz becoming a 'couple' as ridiculous. Jazz wouldn't look at him twice.
Apparently he'd been wrong.
Prowl paused in front of Jazz's quarters, hand just inches from the door. Once he was through that door, all would change. Either their friendship would be in ruins or something more would happen. He wanted it so bad he could taste it. But what if this was some sort of cruel joke that Jazz was playing? A bet? That somewhere, someone was laughing at him. Because it couldn't' have been possible that Jazz was actually in love with him. Before Prowl could rap on the door, it opened. "Jazz."
"Ya here to yell some more?" he scowled, stepping aside regardless to let Prowl in.
Prowl awkwardly stood, watching Jazz as he flopped down onto the berth, arms propped behind his head. "I would like to know the truth. Are you or are you not attracted to me?"
Jazz laughed humorlessly. "Ya really are stupid, aren't ya? O'course I'm in love wit' ya. Have been for longer then I can remember."
"Love?" Prowl's optics widened, leaning against the wall for support, legs becoming weak underneath him. "But love means that you've-"
"I love ya. I wanna spark bond wit' ya so I can have ya forever." Jazz snorted, shaking his head, "That's dumb talk, ain't it? I mean, ya aren't into it. Ya haven't been wit' anyone since we got outta stasis. Ain't showed no interest either. And ya hardly gonna see me as anything more then a-"
"I don't think you can make that decision regarding me," Prowl interrupted, "I admit that I'm curious about why you would even want me. I'm not…exactly the kind of mech that you generally have relations with. I have heard the rumors about you and Sideswipe."
"I couldn't have the one that I wanted so I had to find it somewhere else," Jazz said quietly, "I guess that makes me some kinda slut in your eyes, huh?"
"Slut?" Prowl echoed, cocking his head to the side in confusion, earning himself a grin from Jazz.
"Human terminology isn't exactly your forte is it? It means someone that sleeps with everything, ya dig?"
"Oh but wouldn't that mean that you've interfaced with everyone on the ARK? Does that mean you have 'slept' with Prime too?"
"Too?" Jazz's jaw dropped, "Ya mean you've… You and PRIME?!"
Prowl could feel his faceplates heating as he took a seat at the desk, feeling even more unsteady on his feet at the incredulous expression on Jazz's visage. "Well, yes. We were very young. It was a few vorns after the war started. But hardly think that you need to hear those kinds of stories."
"Why? It might make me think I gotta chance. So you and Prime. Wow. Never woulda thought that. How was he?" Jazz asked with a wicked grin..
"That is not your concern!" Prowl snapped, embarrassed. "Do you want me prying into your affairs? Primus knows that list is long," Prowl sneered, knowing he was being unfair, that he was purposely trying to hurt him. "Is that what this is about, Jazz? Conquering the one mech that you haven't had? Are you that desperate to report back to everyone that poor, pathetic Prowl-"
"STOP!" Jazz was on his feet, the anger emanating from him in thick, dark waves. He crossed the room to stand in front of Prowl, fists clenched at his sides. "I don't need ya insultin' me! And I don't need this bullshit from ya! If ya don't want me, then say so because I'm startin' to think you've got more issues then fuckin' Sunny!"
"You think I have issues? I have responsibilities as Prime's second in command, Jazz. And that means that I cannot engage in frivolous activities and relations. I am meant to-"
"To what? Spend that rest of your life alone? I'm offerin' you myself, Prowler," Jazz said softly, the ire disappearing as he sank down onto the larger mech's lap, "And this ain't no game. It ain't no bet. I'm honest about my feelin's for ya. And I don't think that your desperate or nothin'."
"Jazz but I'm not anything special. What will everyone say when they-" Jazz clamped a hand over Prowl's mouth.
"I don't care what anyone says about us. I love ya. Plain and simple and there don't need to be any explanations about us. What do ya say, Prowler, wanna take a chance on me?"
"That is outrageously corny," Prowl stroked the side of Jazz's face, spark warming as Jazz nuzzled his palm. "But I'd like to. I just…Jazz…I don't know if I can be what you want me to be. I'm not a romantic and I'm not exactly the most creative interfacer, and I-"
"I love you just the way ya are, baby."
Prowl wasn't sure if baby was a term of endearment or not but he didn't care. It sounded perfect coming from Jazz's lips; just like everything else.
"Did you hear? Jazz and Prowl finally got together!"
For the umpteenth time for the day, Sunstreaker went in the opposite direction of the gossip whore bots that seemed to be everywhere! Not that he hadn't collected his own earnings from the massive betting pool but once that was over and done with, he was not about to partake in any sort of stupid talk that surrounded the two senior officers. It seriously made him wish that 'Cons would attack just so he'd have an excuse to get away from it all. And to slag it all, he was scheduled to go on patrol with that yippity yappy bot equivalent of a Chihuahua, Bluestreak.
Sunny rounded one of the bends, gritting his teeth together as he saw yet another cluster of bots-one of which was HOT ROD-chatting loudly. He recognized the two idiot friends of Hot Rod, Arcee and Springer, and there was Bumblebee and Hound. He wasn't surprised that Hot Rod got along with everyone; he had a naturally charming personality that attracted everyone to him immediately. Primus, it had worked on him once he'd gotten his head dislodged from his aft long enough to appreciate Hot Rod for the fine specimen he really was.
Bumblebee ducked a little behind Hound as Sunstreaker stormed past them, barely giving Hot Rod a passing glance. Sunstreaker smirked at the mini bot. He'd been in one violent mood ever since his brother had bonded with Optimus. He was fucking jealous; he didn't have his twin there anymore. There was no one really to come home to, no one that accepted him without explanations, no one that saw him as more then just a rampaging asshole that loved himself from then anyone else. Hot Rod-bless him-was trying his hardest to get underneath all the tough exteriors and he was being remarkably selfless. But…it wasn't the same as having the unconditional love of Sideswipe.
:You've scared Bee. Why do you have to be so rude all the time?:
:Because it's entertaining:
A rush of disappointment filtered through their bond. Yeah, he'd be the one to have the bad luck of having such an empathetic mate. It was frustrating at times that Hot Rod was just that innately kind but he more then made up for that in the berth. Their interfacing was becoming the stuff of fantasies. :You'll never know when you might need someone to back your sorry aft up, Sunny. And you treating them like they aren't fit to walk the in the same path as you makes it a little hard for them to see the light, you know what I mean?:
:I don't need a lecture, Roddi. I've got patrol. Later.:
Feeling satisfied with himself, Sunstreaker headed towards the entrance of the Ark, ignoring the anger that flitted across the bond before he blocked it. Eons of having to keep Sideswipe's emotions separate from his was definitely coming in handy. It's not that he didn't care-begrudgingly-for Hot Rod but he wasn't a sparkling and he was vorns older. If no one could accept him for who he was then they could seriously just fuck off. The only one that was guaranteed to protect him was himself. He couldn't even rely on Sideswipe now.
"Hi, Sunstreaker! I was wondering who my partner was but I'm glad it's you because I'm not really-"
"Can it," Sunny snapped at the young gunner, ignoring the hurt that flashed across Bluestreak's face. "I'm not in the mood to listen to you ramble."
"Oh, okay. I'll just go ahead then since-"
"Good idea."
He watched Bluestreak transform into his Datsun form, gray paint glinting in the dieing sun as he shot down the dusty road. A momentary pang of guilt gnawed at him. It wasn't the kid's fault for being the way he was. He'd gotten the impression that something had happened to Bluestreak to make him the way he was. Ghosts of the past were always around to haunt. Not that Sunny had a horrific past. He and Sideswipe had been gladiators for longer then he could remember; Sides was also a merchant on the side. Once the war started, it was all about choosing the Autobots or the Decepticons. Sunny could have cared less at the time and the painted dreams of Megatron were almost enough to convince him to become a Con but despite all of Sunny's character faults; he didn't want to willingly kill innocent bots.
:Do you want to explain to me why Roddi's on the verge of crying his fucking optics out?:
Sunstreaker groaned as he changed into his alt form, not daring to reach top speeds until he was well away from the Ark and Red Alert's watchful cameras; the last thing he wanted was for Prowl to lock him in the brig for violating laws. :The kid should keep his preaching to himself.:
:Preaching? What, he scold you for somethin' and so you think you should retaliate? He's your MATE, Sunstreaker, not a toy that you can play with!:
Anger coursed through him and he quickly cut his link with Sideswipe. What right did Sideswipe have to lecture him on how he treated Hot Rod? Sunny at least respected Sideswipe's privacy enough to not interfere in his relationship with Optimus; Sideswipe could at least show him that same courtesy.
Like usual it was him versus the world.
***
The Lamborghini was subjected to the 'oohs' and 'ahs' from the humans that were milling around downtown as the two Autobots finished their patrol. Sunstreaker preened as he listened to their adoring compliments about his lustrous paint and streamlined body. He might not have been overtly fond of organics but at least they recognized beauty. With a flash of golden yellow, the Lamborghini revved it's engine and was gone, leaving the Datsun to eat his dust. The crowds cheered; their appreciative clamor reaching Sunstreaker's audios even as the city became a distant spot on the horizon.
"You know, you could warn someone when you're going to do that because I'm not fond of having exhaust cloud my senses," Bluestreak snapped irritably at him and Sunstreaker almost slammed on his breaks.
"Oh, ho-ho-ho, you're getting a backbone. I like it," Sunny laughed, transforming.
"I don't know what I did to Prowl to have me do the same patrols with you. You're quite possibly the most insufferable bot that I've ever met and I don't understand why you can't be more like your brother, at least he's nice to me."
"That's because he's always thought you were one hot piece of metal." In a rare, good mood, Sunstreaker decided that teasing the easily flustered Bluestreak would make seeing Hot Rod bearable; no doubt Roddi wouldn't be too welcome to him warming his berth tonight.
"What?! That's impossible. I mean, he's…he's…Sideswipe," Bluestreak said, tone reverent. "He's so beautiful and anyone's lucky to have him even notice them and-"
"Not as beautiful as me," Sunstreaker intoned, feeling vaguely ruffled by Bluestreak's worshipful adoration of his brother. Not many-even if they didn't like him-could deny that Sunstreaker was more gorgeous then Sideswipe.
"You're like in class all by yourself, Sunstreaker," Bluestreak frowned as they walked the short distance to the Ark. "I don't think there's any on base that can compete with you in the looks department but Sideswipe's…you know, perfect everywhere else. Not that he isn't attractive but his-"
"Yeah, yeah, his personality is great too," he scowled, "I know. I heard it all the time when he'd bring back bots for us to interface with." I'm good for nothing. Great. Hah, there goes that excellent mood I was in and I so very rarely have those anymore. He glanced at Bluestreak, optics widening a little as he saw how his face tinted pink in the moon's lights. "What?" he demanded.
"I just…wow, imagining going at it with the two of you at the same time. WOW," he said in a hushed whisper. "I think I'm going to have enough fantasies to keep me happy for awhile and Holy Primus, I just said that out loud, didn't I?!" he squeaked in mortification, hands pressed to his blazing face.
Sunstreaker threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. "You don't need to be embarrassed, Blue. A lot of bots have had fantasies about us. Even more have had us."
"Why haven't you two ever came onto me? Am I not what you look for or is it because I'm younger or because I talk all the time or-"
"You're pretty enough," Sunstreaker said gruffly, optics slowly looking him up and down, finding that Bluestreak was actually rather sexy. He smirked as he noticed Bluestreak shuffling his pedes awkwardly underneath his roaming stare. "We talked about it. But uh, we both weren't willing to face Prowl's wrath."
Sunstreaker chuckled at Bluestreaker's pout. "I'm always going to have that stigma, aren't I? Just because Prowl's my adopted genitor it's going to keep anyone away from me and really, Prowl's not that scary."
"I'll take your word for it. So, when was the last time you had a good overload?" he asked, grinning lecherously at the gunner, "Or are you a virgin to it?"
Bluestreak's undignified squawk filled the entrance to the Ark, earning them both confused looks from Tracks and Trailbreaker as the two of them went to start their own patrols. Neither were paying much attention to their surroundings as Bluestreak stumbled over his words, "There have been a few but-"
"I'm curious. Who popped your cherry?"
"My cherry?" Bluestreak cocked his head to the side in innocent confusion, frowning.
Shaking his head, Sunstreaker walked into the rec room, not surprised to find it nearly empty save a dozing Wheeljack, a cube of energon in one hand that was dangerously close to spilling on the floor. "It's a human thing. Means whoever got to you first."
"Oh. Well, um, that is to say, I had no on else to go to because I didn't know why my door wings were so sensitive so I had to go to another that had-so yeah, Prowl was willing-"
"Prowl?" Sunstreaker was too proud to let his jaw plates drop. "PROWL. I think I need some high grade to keep from purging my tanks and I know just the place." Sunstreaker knew Bluestreak's optics hadn't left him as he rummaged underneath one of the cabinets until he located his prize. "Fuck yeah. You want some?"
"S..sure, why not? I could use some. I haven't told anyone about my um, experiences, with uh, Prowl and I'd appreciate it if you could keep it quiet you know, considering that Prowl and Jazz finally got together."
"I'm not sayin' a word," Sunny grinned, downing the potent high grade in one gulp, not shocked that Bluestreak was coughing as it went down. "Who else? You've got me interested."
"Come on, Sunstreaker!" Blue whined, taking another cube of high grade, "I don't wanna tell you about my pathetic little list because it's nothing next to yours. I mean, you've probably had most of the base!"
Sunstreaker didn't warn the younger mech to take it slow as he started on his third cube; he wouldn't be too astonished with Blue was laid out on the floor in the next couple of breems. Primus, he didn't even know why he was attempting to actually have a conversation with the gunner; he'd certainly never piqued his interests before but that was usually because Bluestreak was surrounded by his friends and Sunny wasn't too keen on the idea of having to face Prowl when it came to the well being of Bluestreak. But seeing as how it was close to three in the morning and everyone else was most likely in recharge…it didn't hurt to try to be friendly with Bluestreak. He wasn't that bad once one looked past his annoying habit of being the king of run on sentences. "You might want to sit down."
"Good idea because the room's starting to spin and wow, I can't really feel my feet!" Bluestreak giggled, letting himself to be led towards one of the couches. "You're realllly sexy, Sunny."
"I know." Sunstreaker downed his third cube of high grade, wondering exactly how many times that Blue had actually gotten shit-faced. From the looks of it; not much. "But I don't mind hearin' it."
"You wanna know a secret?" Blue asked quietly, optics glazed over, "I thought you were like, a god or something when I first came here but then Bee told me that you were a jerk and that I wasn't good lookin' enough to have you even look twice at me."
Oh frag, he's a bipolar drunk! "I think you need to get some recharge," Sunny said, loathing that he was starting to feel the effects of the high grade as he joined the inebriated Blue on the sofa, cursing himself.
"I don't wanna. Hound's not there because Mirage wanted him to stay with him tonight and I don't wanna be by myself because I can't recharge alone and I'm such a mess that it's not really a surprise that nobody wants me."
Hound and MIRAGE?! Now that's a couple I would have never expected. He glanced at Bluestreak gazing at his full cube of energon forlornly. What happened to you? Fuck, that must have been some heavy shit if I'm actually giving a damn about him. "You're too hard on yourself, kid."
"Yeah, I guess but you can make me feel better. Please, I want to feel better and I want you so much, Sunstreaker," Blue straddled Sunny's lap, drinking the rest of his energon, throwing the cube to the ground, lips brushing against Sunstreaker's before going to one of his vents.
Sunny went slack against the assault on his vent, Bluestreak's glossa was sliding against the metal, his hands teasing the sensitive cables of his hips, bucking against Bluestreak's pelvic plating. If he'd known that Bluestreak was such a willing lover, he would have taken the younger mech much, much earlier. Arousal flickered within him as those talented hands were making short work of his most erogenous spots. And the mouth against his vent was distracting and erotic-
"SUNNY?!"
Sunstreaker's optics onlined as he gazed at his bond mate.
Well, you all probably hate me but seriously, Sunny's not exactly the commitment type and come on, Blue's adorably, obliviously, cute. But I have plans for Blue. :) I had to throw in some sort of angst.
Yes, the Prowl/Jazz was short but this is essentially at Sunny/Roddi story. Have to keep my focus.
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