Since the gracious InMoNochrome gave me these, I'm giving the title of the YouTube video she linked for me to listen to. Number Ten was a capella.
1. Sucker for Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty Dolla $ign (Lyrics Video)
Jazz licked around the knife, his dead optics not brightening at all as Prowl screamed. He was a Decepticon and had to follow his commander's orders, never mind his personal feelings for the bot under his knife. He could get more info out of Prowl by merging with him, but his commanders didn't know, or need to know, that. Primus, let Prowl forgive him after this. He was just doing his job. He couldn't disobey orders or someone worse, with less morals, would get Prowl. Like Vortex. Jazz couldn't let that happen.
He'd get Prowl out. He would get Prowl out. And then he'd beg on his knees to be let into the Autobots, to defect. Primus, please, let Prowl forgive him for this, he thought as he knelt to flay a piece of plating off of Prowl's leg. Discretely he tucked that piece into his subspace on a whim. Prowl's vocalizer failed, with a screech, and Prowl slumped in his chains. Unconscious, Jazz realized, optics shifting from somewhere beyond Prowl to the door so he could report on what info he'd gained—nothing. Primus, let Prowl forgive him for this.
He turned back to Prowl, quickly, and kissed him, chastely. Prowl's coughed up energon transferred to Jazz's lips, staining them. "My love, forgive me," Jazz whispered as he backed away.
2. Heathens - Twenty One Pilots Lyrics
Jazz stared down from the statue, hidden in darkness as he watched the events below. He'd get the small thing out from that silent horror house if it killed him—Jazz, not the tiny one.
He smiled at the bots on the train, thanking the bots who complimented him on the sparkling in his arms. He thanked them and smiled, delighted that the capture had went well.
Jazz huffed, crossing his arms as he looked out the window. These Autobots were a waste of his time. These Autobots, with their weird abilities and personalities and lack of discipline, would prove useful to him if he learned them right. "Sorry about mah standoffish demeanor," Jazz smiled in apology to the green bot sitting next to him, who smiled.
3. Grace - You Don't Own Me (Audio) ft. G-Eazy
Jazz danced to his captor's will, his spark whirling in his chamber. His processor flashed back to the time he was owned by the menacing Praxian. It had left him with a hefty fear of that frame type. He still loved to dance, however, so he'd dance for any who asked, if they were willing to pay. He twisted in the fabrics, his servos tangling in the threads.
He smirked at the cluster of bots watching his performance and ended his dance in a flurry of motion, ending with a huddle on the floor like he was curled up. He'd do what he wanted, but he wanted to dance, which plenty enough mecha were willing to pay for.
Only upon collecting his payment did he stand and sway to the exit, smirking back at them.
4. Tinashe - The Leap
He stared at the bots making their way through the reverberating cave. They wouldn't find him. No one ever would. Even connected as he was with Primus's systems, he couldn't contact anyone to ease his loneliness. These mecha certainly wouldn't find him, couldn't ever decipher the puzzle the caves presented to them. How would they? Nobody knew the lore; he said lore, but he meant fact, from his time. He was an ancient warrior, and he knew what they wanted of him. His interest perked as he saw the Praxian wandering around the small group's edges. His spark pulsed quicker. A Praxian. They were known for their extensive sensor suite. Maybe the Praxian, with his beautiful glowing chevron and wide spread feathered wings, would be able to sense him? He was so lonely, and he couldn't cry out, but that Praxian was possibly his only hope.
I'm here, Jazz thought, please find me. As much as he loved his creator, he wanted to go, to experience what he'd been taken from, the life his planet offered, even if he would only be serving in a war. Please, find him, he silently begged.
5. Bad Seed Rising - Timebomb (LYRIC VIDEO)
His music thrummed through him, energizing him as he danced through the battlefield like a wraith. There was nothing more exciting than sneaking right through enemy forces to destroy their own base. They could so easily destroy him if only they'd pay attention. The bomb, timer already counting down in his servos, was placed against the energon stores of the other's army base.
He darted back out of the base, ready to get back to his lover, when he was shot from behind—and screamed. His legs, he couldn't feel his legs. Wings—beautiful, bright, glowing—appeared in his vision.
"So you're the Decepticon destroying our bases."
That voice melted into his audios and Jazz knew he'd save this mech at any cost. Weakly he whispered the deactivation code for the bomb, his spark flickering as he dropped offline.
He couldn't feel it, but the Praxian carefully hauled him up.
6. Transistor - The Spine (with Lyrics)
He slid his pedes against the dance floor, so empty. He was the only one there. The song played softly in the background as he was lost in his thoughts. When a body joined him, he didn't bother to open his optics, but he sidled closer to the other bot anyway. He laid his helm down on the other's chest, the other's arms wrapping around him.
"This is nice," he whispered. His arms wound around the other's neck as they swayed together.
"Mm-mmm."
As the song ended, Jazz opened his optics and watched the bot, writhed in darkness, pull away from him.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, not wanting the other to go.
"I will come whenever you call me," the other said.
7. September - Mary Ann
He shook his hips to the beat, servos stretched above his helm as he ground against the other bots on the crowded dance floor. His servo brushed against wings—so rare, a winged bot in a crowd—and the bot pulled him away, off the dance floor, and kissed him. Well, if this bot wanted to play that game, Jazz would oblige.
A startled laugh escaped him as servos groped his aft and pulled him closer, one of those sneaky servos tracing up his back—he arched—up to his sensitive audio horns. He whimpered, and the other bot chuckled against him. He was pulled out into the cool night air.
"You're place or mine?" the other growled, a smirk on his face.
8. Ariana Grande - Into You (Lyrics)
The demon stared up at his lover, knowing he shouldn't do this but unable to help his attraction to the priest.
"Please, take me," he begged quietly.
"We shouldn't," panted the priest.
"Please," the succubus rolled them over, his tail arching high above his helm as he slithered down the other's frame, "they won't find out."
"Stop talking," ordered the demon hunter, clicking open his panel. He groaned as the demon went down on him, easily making his pressurize. The demon braced himself over the other's body as he slowly sank down.
The priest pulled the demon up, wanting to kiss him. The other's tail flared and he shivered. After their lovemaking, they lay beside each other and panted.
"We can't do this," one whispered.
"But we can't stop," the other hissed. They were far too attracted to each other to stop.
9. Grimes - Medieval Warfare (From Suicide Squad: The Album) [Official Audio]
Frustration bled through him, irritation at not being listened to. He turned his optics to the sky and asked for help, anyone who'd listen was free to help him.
"You called?"
Jazz's helm whipped around and he snarled.
"Little succubus, I merely wish to… help."
"General?" Jazz questioned up at the creature thrice his height.
"Well-versed in the lore, aren't you."
"Succubus?"
"You're field speaks of seduction."
What did that even mean?
"I am nothing more than frustrated at not being listened to."
"Who would you have me kill?"
Jazz curled his lips in delight. "Nobody, yet. I merely need your… assistance. Can you shape into a mortal mech?"
"Certainly." The Demon General's frame shifted down, becoming Praxian.
10. Ariana Grande - Into You (Lyric Video)
Jazz gazed up happily at the Enforcer, his spark reaching out tendrils for the mech.
"It's okay," whispered the Praxian, his dark plates flaring.
"Touch me."
Digits traced over audial horns, Jazz arching, his frame responding extraordinarily positively. His lover knew how to touch him. They couldn't get enough of each other. His fans clicked on, though he tried to keep that from happening.
His bindings released and Jazz looked at his lover questioningly.
A digit twirled and Jazz coyly smiled, his frame swaying from side to side. He lifted his servos over his helm, lyrics pouring out of his lips a capella. His lover didn't touch him, but Jazz could hear that those engines were rumbling in arousal.
