Okay, curently, Moony is crying over an internet failure due to well...glitchy internet (you know the way it goes). :(
Well I ,Jermaine Voorhees,am helpin her out with this little problem. This one is by me and is an OC/Jazz pairing so enjoy!!
PS: Leviathan's nickname is Pheonix; it's not another person.
Drunken dance
Jazz couldn't help but stare at the mech. He was gorgeous. His obsidian colored wings folded neatly across his back as he practiced with the elements he had already learned to control. He stood, took a deep breath and exerted a force that bent the room into a body suit around him.
This scared Jazz a little but he had to admit, that mech had talent.
The green-eyed mech fixed the room back to the way it was and decided that he just wasn't in the mood for metal bending today. He went on to fire.
"This is ridiculous!" Jazz thought to himself, "why when you want to talk to the mech, he goes on to a slightly more dangerous element than before?"
Almost as if he had heard Jazz, he switched again and went on to master the air.
This was Jazz's q. He had concocted a plan to get the mech as all his other attempts to get his romantic attention had just backfired on him, badly.
He walked over to the door of the training room and opened it only to be greeted by a strong gust of wind that knocked him over.
The other mech looked at him before coolly walking over and offering his hand.
"Didn't see you there, Jazz." his deep voice said happily.
Jazz smiled as he took his hand and let himself be helped to his feet.
"What are you doing here anyway?" he said turning around and stretching his wings.
Jazz stared in awe.
"Er… I came to make a proposal, Phoenix." he said catching himself before the big mech noticed his staring.
"Oh?" the Phoenix said, turning to the sabotager, "and what may that be?"
Leviathan let his lower arms fall to his hips as he folded his upper and shifted his weight on one leg and looked at Jazz patiently.
Jazz swallowed. He had to get through with this or his chances getting close to this mech again were nil.
He cleared his vocal possessor, not that it needed clearing.
"Well you see," he started, "Me and some of th' guys got this thing goin' on that once a month, we get some one and take a spin to the Oil Tank for a drink."
"And what does that have to do with me?" Phoenix asked with a raised optic ridge.
"Well, Prowl says he has a lot of paper work to do, Ratchet's busy because Wheeljack blew himself and Preceptor to pieces, Jetfire's got a date with Rabid, and you know how angry she'll get if you turn her down at the last minute and everybody else I know seems to be busy or somthin'."
The Phoenix snorted.
"So you resort to me?"
"Well, er yeah."
He sighed.
"Jazz, you know you're race's high-grade is like supper low-grade to me."
"But weren't you inventing some drink that "with once sip every one of you will be drunk and sleeping" for you're self?"
"Well yes, but if I…"
"Well use that."
"Nah. I just ask for the strongest thing they have there except for maybe Mentholated Sprits."
Jazz laughed.
"So I'll see you in the next 4 hours or so, human time."
Leviathan's deep voice rumbled in his vocals as he thought about it.
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
"Great! Well I'll see you then, but I have to warn you. I'll be casually late."
Leviathan shot him a confused glance but Jazz was already out of the room.
"Yes," Jazz thought, "My plan is working."
Four human hours, on minute and thirty seconds later…
"You're late Jazz." the Phoenix's happy voice said as Jazz approached the bar. Jazz thought he would faint. The Cybertronian sun reflected of his silver and grey amour perfectly. Those obsidian wings absorbing the light and threw it out again adding to his glory.
He looked like the archangel of Primus.
"Jazz?"
Jazz snapped out of it.
He opened his mouth to speak but thank heavens one of Leviathan's friends saw him and called out to him, turning the great bounty hunter's attention away from him.
"So," the hunter started again tuning his attention back to Jazz, "Shall we go?"
"Yeah"
Leviathan offered to buy the drinks, but not very cheerfully. He knew clearly that it would have no affect on him.
We walk up to the bar where a femme was talking to someone else in the bar. She cut her conversation shot as the hottest mech she had ever seen in her life drew closer.
"Hey there big guy."
Leviathan's optics brightened slightly.
"What's the strongest thing you got here?"
"Umm…Jade 'n' Onyx but no one uses it. It's really strong."
"I'll take that and…Jazz!! What do you want?"
Jazz shouted something back.
"What?!"
Jazz shouted harder.
"WHAT?!"
"HE SAID HE WANTS AN OIL SPILL!!" someone from the other side of the room screeched.
He turned around to the bartender again who looked like she was going to crack up at any time.
"Well, you heard the man."
"That'll be 25 credits, thanks."
Leviathan handed in 30, gave her a little wink and collected the drinks and walked over to the table where Jazz was seated.
"Thanks, man." Jazz said taking the drink from the hunter.
"No problem."
Just then a small cat like creature appeared on Leviathan's sholder clicking and whirring angrily at him.
He turned his head to the creature who just seemed to get angrier.
Leviathan began to talk to him and apparently explain something in the creature's native language. He then got up and started to walk to the bar.
On his shoulder, the creature turned to Jazz and winked.
Jazz winked back, threw the hunter's drink away and replaced it with the experimental drink the latter had been working on.
A drink stronger than any other drink on Cybertron, powerful enough to get the average Cybertronian mech drunk in once sip,
The robot version of the fictional "Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster".
The mech had been reading human literature when he just happened to stumble across the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. He liked the idea of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster and decieded that he would try to make one to fill his craving for a stronger drink. Jazz had heard of this and decieded, with the help of the twins, to steal it and bring it along with him, despite of the hunters warnings that it had not yet been tested.
Leviathan returned with a contented looking Arocium, the name of his pet (the creature on his shoulder).
Jazz smiled at him.
"Well we can get down to our drinks now."
Jazz laughed and purposed a toast.
"To friendship, Cybertron, Chenton, my Universe and yours. Cheers!!"
"What?" asked leviathan who had not yet picked up this human tradition.
"It's another human thing. Just say cheers."
"Cheers."
The banged the glasses together.
"Why did we just do that again?"
"It's a long story. Remind me to tell you later."
Leviathan shugged and took a sip at his drink. He then removed the glass from his lips and blinked at it in bewilderment.
"I didn't know you Cybertronians could make a drink this strong."
"Never underestimate us." Jazz said before gulping down the rest of his, "I'm gonna buy me another."
4 Oil Spills later and 5 of the experimental drink and they were both drunk.
"JUST LIVE YAH HIC LIFE!! FINISH IT UP LAAVITAN BUDDY!!"
"AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR NO PATERS!!"
"What? I don't think that's right."
"WHO CARES?! IN THE MEMORY YOU'LL FIND ME!!"
"What song is that?"
"Begotten by Parkin' Lynx"
"COOL!!"
The too stumbled to the motel room they had rented. They were way too drunk to go back to the Autobot HQ since they were the only ones from the HQ around.
Leviathan opened the door and they both almost fell inside. Jazz stumbled on the bed and looked at the mech.
"You're hot." he said out of the blue.
Leviathan looked at him with a bit of surprise before walking slowly and carefully towards the bed.
No way! He could have never recovered that fast.
Jazz had been tricked.
Slowly Leviathan crawled over him.
Jazz's breath began to quicken.
"That was hard." he said in a slurred voice.
"Phew! That was close." Jazz though to himself.
And then Leviathan did something random.
He kissed Jazz, hard.
Jazz moaned as he kissed back as the passion grew between then.
Leviathan's lower arms ventured to the smaller mechs codpiece and removed it, exposing the growing shaft beneath.
He started to pump it for Jazz, never letting go of his mouth. Jazz threw his head back and growled with pleasure. Leviathan smirked as his stronger removed the armor around Jazz's aft exposing the tight hole.
He removed his own codpiece, pushed Jazz's legs nearly to his chest and entered him.
Oh, the sensation!
Jazz screamed when he felt the mech's hard, thick cock moving in and out of him slowly at first and then harder, doing away with his own at the same time.
He begged him for more.
He didn't want this to end.
All those nights of dreaming about what that mech could do to him…this was much more than he had bargained for…but he liked it.
It wasn't long before Jazz took his spill, but Leviathan had a larger energy store.
It was another 20 minutes before Leviathan took his large ejaculation inside of Jazz and pulled out of him.
He lay beside his panting partner ans smiled.
"Try to get me drunk and don't expect to be punished?"
"What? You knew?" Jazz asked in surprise.
"You wanted a drunken dance, Jazz. Well, you got one."