Author's note: XD two words "Jazz Striptease" I'm BAD! VERY VERY BAD XD but WHO DOESNT WANT TO SEE THAT? ^___^ hot bots in complete action next chapter XDDDDDDDDDDD

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my little Blues xD and his little brother xD (I won't tell you his name yet) XD you might just see Jazz's little Sparklin' around XD very soon!


"Prowler." A soft whisper tickled against an audio sensor as fingertips were lightly stroking across the length of one doorwing, caressing it from tip to hinge, slipping in to tickle the hypersensitive seams and sensors just hidden from view. The Mech was melting into the contact his body sagging back into the chair relaxing contently into the contact, head twisting slightly and finding himself being kissed softly, warm lips meeting.

"Jazz… Love…"

The datapad he had been reading was being carefully set onto the desktop beside him, his long legs stretching slightly before he was slowly twisting to be able to offer a lap for the other to sit in. But Jazz was smiling in that cheeky little way of his, optics glinted with something, but Prowl was just too relaxed under that warm slow caressing against his doorwings. "Ya mind, if I disturb ya work, Prowler?" The Tactician was soon becoming almost limp in that chair, soft little groans escaping his lips as he was being melted by the slow stroke of those fingers back and forth along sensitive seams.

A warm mouth was ensuring that there were definitely no complaints at all from the black and white Mech, quite willing to put aside work if Jazz requested he do so. His Office never saw him after the end of his shift, he would pick up something for them both before turning here. He was surprisingly more productive here, fresh ideas coming from Jazz and also from being in these comfortable surroundings.

"You know I don't mind any 'disturbances' you cause. Actually I would rather them…" They always meant something pleasant, the last time he had been disturbed he had had Jazz curl up in his lap, silvery arms curled about his neck and soft whispers of love brushed against his audio until he had been cradling the little Mech to him tightly. "Oooh…" A low purr of pleasure escaped Prowl as fingers found one particularly sensitive spot, against his spinal plates and hinges, two fingers stroking up and down against it and he was melting completely strutless in his chair.

The faintest sound of one of his desk draws opening, the rattle of something being removed didn't even registered in his processors, quite willing to be as compliant as Jazz wanted. His hands were caught up and lifted, a glossa tickling across his palm and fingertips slowly, before they were dropping behind him, down behind him a little… Something cool was sliding about his wrist, the faintest of clicks, before the other suffered the same fate.

Dazed, contented optics lifted to gaze up at Jazz with a confused smile as the other Mech was slowly drawing away slightly, those hands leaving his doorwings… His servos were lifting to reach out for the Saboteur, but there was a soft rattle as he attempted to do so…

His hands were remaining down behind the chair slightly, before he attempted to do it again, a frown touching his kiss dampened lips. Dazed blue optics clearing slightly as he shifted slightly, straightening, his hands tugged upwards, cording rattled against the back of the chair, the bond between the two cuffs was locked somewhere around one of the supports of the chair.

Blinking slightly, doorwings twitched in surprise and sudden confusion. He was cuffed to the chair, keeping his hands down and him seated there.

Jazz was smirking at him.

"Caught with yahr own cuffs, my 'Copper' Bot…"

"Jazz?" Why would the other Mech do this? What reason had Jazz for restraining him in such a manner?

"Ya would be surprised what that friend of yahrs can suggest…"

"Streetwise?"

"Yeah, ya drinkin' buddy."

"He is not my 'drinking' buddy. I do not drink."

"Ya make a cute Drunk though… ya sing dirty songs… Kiss me until I can't remember my own name… I wonder what else ya migh' do…"

"I am not 'cute'."

"If ya're not, ya aft is… Ya doorwings are just the sweetest…" Doorwings twitched in delight at the compliment despite the look on Prowl's features. "Ya completely adorable."

A snort and a slight pout touched those lips, the black and white Mech suddenly looked almost flustered, his head tipping away slightly, until a finger touched against the underside of his jaw and lifted it upwards. A hot mouth opened against his own, a glossa sliding in deeply, tasting teasing, stealing any air within the Tactician's chassis, leaving Prowl arching up to follow those lips as they retreated leaving him struggling a little against his own cuffs.

"Why would you wish me to be cuffed? There is no need…"

"Oh there is." Jazz was flicking up his visor, his body twisting elegantly and posing for Prowl's optics, a small little sexy pout on his lips, chin jerking just shortly upwards. A glossa swept over slightly dampened lips, green optics glittering in delight as he noted the hint of frustration in those deep blue optics.

Prowl was a deeply tactile individual, craving to stroke… to touch constantly now that he was allowed to make his desires known. And Jazz couldn't keep his hands of the warm body, patting those doorwings whenever he could… Loving to watch his beloved melt happily into the contact.

"I want ya full attention."

"You can have that whenever you…"

"I want ya optics on me… Don't think I haven't noticed… the way ya watch me Prowler, staring at me… when ya think I don't notice."

Lips set in a firm line, still tugging upwards against the cuffs, attempting to twist his wrists out of the familiar cuffs. Yet finding to his own frustration, he could not… and his spare key was currently being waved before his olfactory sensor.

A low throaty chuckle escaped Jazz as he watched the look on Prowl's face, before Jazz was sweeping around again, his entire frame on display for the other Mech, his own servos were sliding down over his silver plating slowly, fingertips tracing over seams and slightly exposed wires as he did so, his hips shifting in a slow gentle sway…

As Jazz called up some music, his voice a low seductive purr as he was slowly beginning to disarmour himself, hands were teasing over his own frame, soft little moans of pleasure were escaping his lips. Plating was slowly being unlatched, his hips swaying seductively as he was 'dancing' ever so slightly as he was giving Prowler one hell of a strip tease, armour plating slowly scattered down around his feet.

Soon his Spark casing was being exposed, a finger trailing over it softly, his head arching backwards as a slow ripple of pleasure was burning through his systems as he touched himself like that, imagining it was Prowl's nimble hands teasing him. A hand was sliding down to his codpiece and sliding the armour off, his own fingers sliding inside, groaning as his hips bucked hotly into his own touch, green optics flickering slightly, his fingers coming away shimmering with lubricants.

There was a sudden snarl of frustration, the chair bucking sharply as Prowl was yanking against the bonds hard, his doorwings flaring and flapping with desire, Spark-deep love and a fiery lust that was quickly consuming him. "Jazz." It was through clenched denta, that body twisting and was clearly desperate to touch the hot, nubile Jazz… who had stripped off his armour completely. "Release me."

That glossa flickered over soft pliable lips, a hand dipping back down to his own codpiece, watching those blue optics follow the movement of his servo, that gaze sent a burning hot jolt of desire flaring through Jazz's own tanks.

"No."

Doorwings flapped madly in frustration, the Tactician jerking hard against his restraints, his hips arching slightly off the chair, heat coiling upwards off his overheating frame. The black and white Mech was so turned on… he knew he would most likely overload just watching his lover like that. But his fingers were twitching desperately to be touch that warm frame, desperate to taste and feel… to make contact with his beloved… Feel the living pulse of that Spark beneath his fingers…

"Slag… let me free, Jazz!"

"Oooh… so dirty…"

"You… sexy… fragger of a tease!" The cords rattled hard against the chair legs, Prowl growling dangerously. Blue optics narrowed on the other Mech. "Let. Me. Free!"

"No."

Jazz was having far too much fun, his 'one up' on Prowl working a charm. The look on the other Mech's features said it all.

Hot moans were escaping Jazz as his fingers pressed even deeper into his own wiring, damp fingers being drawn up to an elegant mouth and he was slowly licking off his own lubricants, lips shimmering with fluids. Before damp fingers were slowly sliding down against his Spark casing, tracing a finger over the smooth surface, he was arching into the contact. Slowly it was cycling open, exposing his shuddering Spark for the other to see, his own fingers reaching in, digits tracing over it, quivering at the feeling.

Prowl was raging against his bonds, systems overheating rapidly as he was watching his lover feel himself up slowly, the sight unbearable, desire and lust burning through him. How he loved this Mech… but damn him! "LET ME FREE!" He snarled, his chair almost toppling sidewards as he was jerking harder against his bonds. He was panting, his systems desperate to cool themselves, coolants pooling across his wiring, blue optics were pinned to that frame that moved… swayed before him… "Jazz… please… aaah… please… please…"

"Love you Prowler." Jazz winked, before he was almost overloading himself… hearing Prowl begging like that… "Prowler…" He moaned the other's name in that sexy little purr… green optics glittering at the Tactician.

Just in time to watch logic circuits glitch… just as Prowler came with such force that he was shuddering wildly in that chair, his arching helplessly, entire chassis shuddering slightly. Prowl was crying out Jazz's name so loud that the neighbours would definitely hear it, before he was sagging slowly offline into the chair, doorwings twitching with blissful spasms.

The Saboteur was grinning to himself, before slowly making his way towards the Tactician… A slow smile spreading across his lips, before he was soon straddling those slender hips, arms coiling around the sagging shoulders softly, his head dipping in to press a hot kiss against those slightly parted lips. A smirk touched his lips as he lapped over that soft bottom lip as he sucked on it softly. Hands were stroking over doorwings slowly…

"Now, Prowler… I think overloadin' ya without touchin' ya has to count for something… But I look forwards to your attempts to 'one up on me…" Warm hips were rocking against Prowl's, grinding against them and leaving long streaks of fluids across the hot metal. "Or… just your revenge…"


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