Shiny
Takes place long after Pink, in a future where the Magical!Seekers end up on the same side as the Magical!Bots.

"Frag it, 'Flight! What part of 'stay away from the Seekers' is so hard to understand?"

Fireflight glanced up from where he was not-molesting a bemused Thundercracker's wings. "But they're sparkly." He said simply.

"So are Jazz and the others!" Slingshot retorted. "And you're not climbing all over them!"

"Yeah," Fireflight said, smoothing his hand along a sleek blue wing, "but they don't have wings." Thundercracker gritted his denta against a moan, his optics at half-power. Fireflight hummed in response, tilting his helm to admire the play of light against the glittering blue paint as the Seeker shuddered under his ministrations.

Skywarp snickered from beside him, watching the proceedings with interest. "Yeah, hot stuff," he told Slingshot cheekily, not taking his optics off his wing mate and the little red jet, "so either come play with the big mechs or pipe down. TC's busy, but there's plenty of Skywarp to go around."

"Who would want to play with you? You've probably got all kinds of viruses." Slingshot snarked. Skywarp just grinned at him.

"…we are technically on the same side now…" Skydive mused suddenly. Air Raid grinned at him, and Slingshot whipped around to stare at them.

"What? Oh no. Not you, too—"

"JETPILE!" Skydive and Air Raid tackled Skywarp, bringing him down to the ground with a crash.

Slingshot cursed. "Hey! You glitches are…" he trailed off as the three began a very convoluted game of grope and tickle. His expression grew torn, optics flicking between the two groups.

"Don't be jealous." Skywarp said from beneath Air Raid. "I'm sure TC and the runt would be happy to share." Slingshot growled and threw caution to the wind.

Fireflight giggled as Slingshot shoved in beside him, his own hands sliding up over Thundercracker's vents. "I'm only doing this for tactical knowledge." Slingshot informed Thundercracker and the area at large. "You know, for when you and the other Seekers show your true colors and try to shoot us all in the aft. So I know your weak points."

"Just keep telling yourself that, kid." Thundercracker grunted.

::Prowl to Silverbolt.::

::Silverbolt here::

::You might be interested to know that your team is currently molesting two-thirds of the Seekers.::

Silverbolt cursed over the comm. ::I'll be right there.::

::Negative.:: Prowl told him blandly. ::Jazz has informed me your presence is not necessary.::

::Not…necessary, sir?::

::Indeed.:: Prowl shot the snickering Jazz an even look. ::He claims it might 'interfere'.::

::…I'll be right there, sir.::

::Acknowledged.:: Prowl replied, and Jazz broke out in full out guffaws, leaning heavily against the tactician.

"It's a wonder any of your troops can take you seriously." Starscream said dryly.

"I have never had an issue with respect from any of the bots under my command." Prowl said serenely. Jazz was now draped around his hip plates, his laughter drained in to helpless giggles.

"And Jazz?"

"Jazz is Jazz." Prowl said by way of explanation.

"Sadly, that makes perfect sense."

"See?" Later that night, Tranquility was perched on a now-calm Jazz's shoulder in the rec room. She wore a smug cat-grin. "Inter-faction romance! It's traditional!"

"Does it count if the romance came after the alliance?" Sideswipe asked.

"And if it's less 'romance' and more getting each other off?" Sunstreaker added.

"Yes." Tranquility said flatly. "Yes it does."

"Just checking."

"So, what happened after?"

"They finally decided it would be prudent to move to a more private location." Prowl said from across Jazz. He regarded the chess board set between them and calmly captured one of Jazz's pawns. Jazz retaliated by capturing his queen.

"Are they still at it?" Wheeljack asked.

"Yes," Silverbolt said wearily, "they are."

"Wow." Bluestreak said in to the sudden silence. "That's some stamina."

Starscream made a disparaging sound. "Autobots." He said dismissively. "You lot don't know the meaning of the word 'stamina'."

Sideswipe grinned, his expression sharp. "That sounded like a challenge." He said silkily.

"It wasn't." Starscream replied flatly. "Just the truth."

"C'mon, Sunny." Sideswipe said cheerfully. "Let's show 'Screamer how we roll."

"It's Sunstreaker." The aforementioned mech said flatly, but he still gave Starscream a once-over, his helm tilted consideringly.

"Prowl, control your mechs!"

"Sideswipe," Prowl said from his seat, not taking his optics off his chess game, "please don't tear the Ark apart in your off-duty activities."

"Yes, sir!"

"That wasn't what I meant and you know it, Prowl!"

"Well," Prowl said, "I can't very well tell the Autobots what they can or can not do on their own time. It's not good for morale. That's not," he paused, tilting his helm to the side as he considered his next move, "'how we roll'."

"So instead you allow rampant hedonism and random propositioning of innocent mechs, so long as it's not during work hours?" Starscream asked incredulously.

"Rampant hedonism during work hours interferes with the running of the army, which makes more work for Prowl." Bluestreak said cheerfully. "Making more work for Prowl makes Jazz upset, which means Jazz has to…." He paused and considered the phrase "…'smack a bitch', I think Spike said it was. And that makes everyone unhappy."

"If you didn't want to be propositioned," Prowl said placidly, "you shouldn't have made the challenge." He moved his rook forward. "Checkmate."

"Anyone else coming?" Sideswipe asked the room as he and his brother moved to flank the sputtering Seeker.

"Oh no," Bluestreak said cheerfully the next morning, "Starscream was willing enough. I think he just likes to complain. A lot. Sideswipe made it in to a game to see who could get him to stop complaining the longest."

"Who won?" Jazz asked. He spun idly on his chair in front of the comm. console, tapping his fingers against the armrests in time to a beat only he could hear.

"Blue did." Hound said, amused. "Did you know that Seekers are really sensitive right underneath their wing joints?"

Jazz grinned. "Like door wings?"

"Just like door wings." Bluestreak replied, his optics flashing brightly.

A/N: This was supposed to stop right after Tranquility was Miss Smug, but then Sideswipe stood up and demanded action. *headdesk*

Starscream and the 'bots won't tell me just how many were involved in their own little display of 'rampant hedonism', but 'Screamer's pretty smug.