Rated T for suggestive themes. Gladiator!Verse. Searece had the idea of Prowl as a gladiator so I attempted to drabble something, and this was it.
Prowl paced around the circular berth in the middle of the room, watching his prize move opposite of him. A deep growl resonated from his engine as the other continued to avoid him.
"You will submit," he growled out as he came to a stop, waiting for the virgin's next action.
Jazz stopped as well before cocking a hip at the gladiator, "Oh, and you think you're worthy of my submission? Fighting prowess alone will not get you what you want."
The Praxian gladiator's optics brightened as his bladed sensory panels arched up and spread, "Then…what will earn me your submission? If I have not proven myself to you." He moved around slowly to Jazz who kept his stance firm, arms crossed over his chest.
Jazz let the gladiator get closer, waited and watched as the Praxian circled around him before running his servos over his shoulders and down his arms. He let the other's servos reach his waist; the gladiator draped over his back and as the Praxian's servos moved to stroke lower the Polyhexian dropped his frame slightly to throw the other over his shoulder.
Prowl grunted in surprised shock as the virgin flipped himself over as well to pin the gladiator, pede pressed against his throat as he looked down at him with a smirk.
Jazz leaned closer as he moved his pede to pin a servo instead, one of his own servos slipping down to squeeze Prowl's piece, "Prove to me you can think with that processor of yours and not just your spike."
Prowl hissed in slight pain at the squeeze; he bucked up to throw the other to the side as he moved to sit up on his knees, sensory panels spread as if ready for a fight.
Jazz rolled into a defensive stance from the throw, "I'm not about to let some brute berth me, especially one who thinks it's their given right because the announcer said so."
Prowl's optics brightened before he let his sensory panels relax and sat back on the berth. He wasn't happy about it, but he understood the other's reasoning and found it logical. He himself would never find himself in such a situation so it was hard to think about it from Jazz's point of view.
Jazz smiled as he moved closer to the seated gladiator and teasingly draped himself over the other, "You can't force me and only I can allow you in." He moved his helm to give Prowl a loud kiss on the cheek before getting off the other to lie down on the berth.
The gladiator stared at the virgin mech lying so close yet untouchable to him. He knew he wasn't going to be getting any from his prize for probably quite some time so without another word he snapped the panel open to take his needs into his own servos.