Chapter 11

Hey, 13 more chappies to go!I just happen to read through my emails, and I'll answer your questions.

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Continuation from the last two chapters

While the youngsters had gone off base, the older mechs had returned to root form, preferring to be full size. They had spent all afternoon sitting on the beach, fooling around and trying to drown their fellow bots. Megatron had successfully thrown Ironhide a few miles out to sea for splashing water in his optics. Ratchet, being unhelpful, had laughed his aft off when his mate returned with a jelly fish stuck to his helm. Now they have retreated to their quarters…

J/P

Prowl was handcuffed to the berth. He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten there. He wracked his processor for the memories, but couldn't find any. He was about to cry for help, when his mate walked in, a sexy smirk on his face.

"Hey Prowler." He said. He slowly made his way over to the berth. He slowly trailed his servo up the side of a doorwing, making the tactician shudder. Jazz crawled over his mate, his helm directly over Prowls.

"Didja know how sexy ya looked today?" The Pontiac asked. "All shiny in the sun, so sexy when ya were playing around with Optimus and Ratch?" He brought his servo to stroke his mates face.

"Dripping wet when you came out of the water." A full body shudder went through Jazz. "Wonder if you're valve is the same." His other servo had made its way down to Prowls interface cover, coaxing it to open. Prowl, turned on by his mate and the handcuffs, open his cover, exposing his valve. It was visibly clenching, wanting to be filled. Jazz moaned, and pushed a finger into his mate. The hot metal clamped down on the invading digit, attempting to suck it in deeper. Prowl had an adorable pout, clearly asking for more. Jazz saw the look, and smiled.

"You're gonna have ta beg ya know," Jazz said, thrusting the finger gently into the tight heat. Prowl made a small growl in the back of his throat.

"Please Jazz…Please, frag me!" Oh, Jazz just melted at that voice and face. Innocent, and wanting. Who the frag could resist that? He removed his finger, and positioned his spike at the entrance of the valve. Prowl, unable moved, whimpered and pressed a little on the almost invading spike, mewling quietly as the spike sank a tiny bit deeper. Jazz ducked down to kiss Prowl as he pushed into the valve. Prowl moaned deeply into the kiss, his valve being invaded. He reveled in the feel of the stretch. Starting out slowly, Jazz made sure to go over every node, wanting to make his mate feel good. He smiled as his mate started to respond, bucking up against him. Jazz picked up his speed.

Prowl squeaked as he was flipped over, now resting on his knees. His mate withdrew his spike, drawing a moan from Prowl, and crawled between spread legs, Prowl now straddling the saboteur's hips. Prowl took this as an invitation, and immediately pushed the spike back into his dripping valve. His servos now uncuffed, he grabbed his mate's shoulders, and pulled him into a sitting position. Jazz wrapped his arms around prowls hips, and slowly began to lift and lower his mate on his spike. Prowl whimpered, his valve being penetrated deeper. He moved with his mate, drawling out as much pleasure as he could. Jazz, meanwhile, had proceeded to kiss, lick and bite his mate's neck. Drawling near completion, Jazz bit down, shooting transfluid deep into his mate's valve. Said valve clenched tightly, keeping the hot transfluid inside. Prowl moaned, and kissed his saboteur deeply. Unknowingly, his chestplates opened, a golden spark making its way into the world.

M/O, I/R

"OH FRAG!"

Well. I think we can guess who that was. Ratchet, wanting to clean up before recharge, wandered towards the washracks. Ironhide had followed him, not making a sound. Ratchet had walked in, turned on the water, and was standing under the flow of water when his mate suddenly pushed him up against the wall, his legs held open wide. Not even giving him time for Ratchet to argue, Ironhide covered his medic's lips with his own, his spike pushing into an already dripping valve. Ratchet, too tired to protest, just went along with it. He whimpered as his valve was fragged roughly, but enjoying every moment of it.

It got even more interesting when Optimus and Megatron walked in. Optimus was slightly shocked, and fell on his aft when he saw his long time friends doing it in the middle of the washracks. Ironhide let Ratchet get back on his peds as he turned around to look at the new comers.

"Mind if we join you?" Evil leer on a silver face.

"Megatron!" Optimus squeaked as he was pushed up against a soaking wet and whimpering Ratchet. Ratchet, cloudy from the arousal, immediately latched onto Optimus and kissed passionately. Optimus kissed back, exploring his friend's mouth with his glossa. Meanwhile, Ironhide had made his way behind the two kissing mechs, and pushed them down onto their knees. Breaking the kiss, Ratchet looked up to see Megatrons spike, standing tall in front of his and Optimus's faces. They smiled, and proceeded to lick and suck at the spike. Ratchet took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently at the flared tip. Optimus busied himself with the base of the spike, licking the underside of it. A deep growl was heard above them. Ratchet moved down the spike, nearly deep throating it. A large silver servo was placed on the back of his yellow helm, gently pushing him down to the base. He whimpered, his throat filled with hot rigid metal. He withdrew his helm when he couldn't take it anymore. Optimus moved in, and took the whole spike in one go. He bobbed his head, earning a moan from his mates. Megatron suddenly pulled Optimus off his spike. He shot transfluid over his mate and the medics face, groaning at the sight. The two ukes licked the fluid off each other's face plates, kissing all the while.

Ironhide had positioned himself behind his mate, and waited until they were done with pleasing Megatron, when he picked up his mate. The ex-Decepticon, catching on with what the old mech was doing, lied down on the floor, pulling Optimus onto him, the mech facing the ceiling. Ironhide placed Ratchet over Optimus, then crawled over him, nearly creating a mech sandwich. He pushed his spike back into his mate, the tight folds welcoming back the invasion. Megatron coaxed his mates cover open, pushing his spike into Optimus. The two ukes moaned, latching onto each other, holding on for dear life. The semes wee thrusting as hard as they could, desperate for release. The two mech came, growling lowly as transfluid started to drip out of their mate's valves. Ratchet and Optimus whimpered as the spikes were withdrawn, wanting more.

"C'mon, we'll getcha cleaned up." Ironhide said, picking up his now boneless mate.

"Hmm, we should do this again…"

Feel free to guess who that was. DON'T HELP ME WITH JAZZ AND PROWLS BABY! I WANNA MAKE HIM MYSELF! PLEASE REVIEW!