Author's Note: This is dedicated to the characters of Deanna Troi and Will Riker in 'Star Trek : Insurrection'. Because of a very awesome exchange between them that a part of this fic is very similar to, heehee. This is also, most likely, the end. Because I have nothing more to write on this. And I want to get back to a few other stories...
- Wish -
When Jazz entered the rec room that night, it was to complete and utter silence. It was so startling that he actually froze, right in the doorway, as he tried to comprehend what was going on. Then he spotted Smokescreen and Sideswipe at the center of it all, and understood. A wide grin split his face.
"So who won?" he asked.
"We're trying to figure that out." Smokescreen replied. "Maybe you can help."
"I suppose I could try." Jazz said casually, getting a cube of energon before joining Smokescreen and Sideswipe. "What's th'problem?"
"We're trying to decide whether or not your mission is classified as a mission, considering Prime set it up -" Smokescreen began, only to be stopped by a small noise from Jazz. That was the point at which the mechs in the room realized that Jazz hadn't known he and Prowl had been set up.
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm not used t'him bein' sneaky!" Jazz said defensively above the laughter. "Not like he's ever done it before!"
"Yeah, but, you're a saboteur. Aren't you supposed to notice things like that?" Brawn asked. Wordlessly, Jazz pointed to Mirage.
"He's right, that is technically a spy's job." Mirage said lightly. "Or a security officer's." Gazes shifted to Inferno, and the big red mech shrugged.
"I was sort of wondering why he wasn't going into a conniption over the two of them going on a mission together." he said. Jazz just shook his head and laughed.
"Well, even though it was all apparently a set-up, we treated it like a real mission, so I'd say it was one." the saboteur said.
"So that means I win!" Sunstreaker declared.
"Half of the winnings, Sunstreaker. Not all." Smokescreen agreed, seeming relieved. "Which only leaves the pool over the time frame. Which is a bit of a problem."
"Oh?" Jazz asked curiously. "No one bet on right now?"
"Well, someone did, but..." Smokescreen shrugged. "They're dead."
"Ooooh, ouch." Jazz said.
"Hound is the closest after that." Smokescreen said. "But was a few hundred years too early."
"We were in stasis a few hundred years ago." Jazz pointed out.
"Jazz, this pool has been going for over 6 million years." Smokescreen said patiently.
"6 million? I haven't even been interested in Prowl that long." Jazz said blankly.
"Just because you weren't interested doesn't mean the rest of us couldn't see it coming." Bumblebee said with a laugh.
"It was pretty inevitable from the moment you two met, man." Beachcomber said with a relaxed grin. "Bickering like you were even as you were agreeing with each other."
"Heh. I forgot you were there for our first meeting." Jazz said, grinning slightly as he recalled the first time he'd met Prowl. Oddly enough, Beachcomber had been their superior at that time. If he'd guessed what was going to happen right from the beginning, that might actually explain why he'd always been grinning around them, not to mention pairing them up for missions. And why he eventually recommended them for promotions at the same time.
"Yeah man, it was entertaining. My own personal soap opera." Beachcomber said with a wide grin. "Was sad to see ya go, especially once I got those two misfits as replacements." The mini-bot jerked his thumb in the direction of the twins, who immediately protested. The attention of the gathered bots quickly turned from Jazz to the twins and Beachcomber, and the saboteur let it go. Smokescreen, meanwhile, went to the three winning bots - apparently deciding that Hound had been close enough - and made arrangements, while Jazz sat and drank his energon, watching with amusement. Eventually, Smokescreen made his way back to Jazz, sitting next to the saboteur.
"You've probably already guessed this, but just so you know - door wings are incredibly sensitive." Smokescreen said casually.
"I had discovered that." Jazz said with a grin.
"Sensitive enough to overload from just having them manipulated." Smokescreen elaborated, turning to Jazz and quirking an optic ridge upwards.
"Really now..." Jazz said with interest, and Smokescreen nodded, grinning widely.
"Makes for some really nice overloads, too." he said, a slightly dreamy smile on his face as he evidently recalled a few overloads he'd received that way. "With how little Prowl's been getting over the years, you could probably knock him offline for a little while."
"Hum. Interesting theory." Jazz replied.
"Of course, with how sensitive they are, you usually have to convince a mech with door wings to let you touch them. Or make sure they're so distracted when you start that by the time they notice they're too worked up to object." Smokescreen added.
"Know this from personal experience I take it?" Jazz inquired with amusement, and Smokescreen flashed him a grin.
"Oh definitely." he said. "Plus, Bluestreak didn't exactly feel comfortable going to talk to Prowl about his first experiences with someone touching his door wings in that particular manner."
"Yeah, I can see why he wouldn't." Jazz said with a light snicker. The two mechs sat in companionable silence for a few moments as Jazz finished his energon, then stood and tossed the empty cube in the recycling chamber, before thanking Smokescreen and heading for the door.
"Hey Jazz, aren't you going to stick around? We're thinking of having a party." Sideswipe called out when he noticed Jazz was leaving.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go spend some time with Prowl." the saboteur said, his smirk letting the gathered bots know exactly what he intended to spend that time doing. There was laughter all around as he left, but once he was gone, Bumblebee suddenly spoke up.
"Hey, isn't Prowl on duty tonight?" the yellow mini-bot asked with a frown.
"Exactly." Smokescreen said from where he was still sitting, looking smug. Many of the mechs looked confused at that, but those of them that had experience with lovers who had door wings grinned widely in understanding, then called 'not it' for taking Prowl's shift later. They left the others confused as to just why Prowl wouldn't be able to finish his shift.
---
A mech had once asked Prowl, long ago while he and Prowl had been pinned down by Decepticons, what Prowl would ask for if he could ask Primus for anything in the universe, besides an end to the war. After an argument about how it was illogical to even contemplate it, Prowl had replied that he'd ask to have history altered so that door wings had never been invented as part of Cybertronian physiology. The other mech had laughed at that, not truly understanding, and Prowl hadn't had the time to explain as the Decepticons had finally found them. Fortunately, Autobot back-up was close behind, but not close enough to save the other mech. Prowl had been left with a vague sense of...disappointment over not being able to explain his answer, but nothing lasting.
The answer to the question had remained the same, however, even if the reason why had changed recently.
"Jazz, what are you doing?" Prowl asked stiffly, trying to focus on the screen in front of him and ignore the pleasant sensations Jazz's hands were causing in his door wings.
"Reading." Jazz replied almost absently, and Prowl risked a glance up at the saboteur standing behind his chair to find that Jazz was, in fact, apparently reading the data on Prowl's screen. This was highly suspicious, however, as Prowl was reading up on human combat tactics and strategies for opposing forces of fairly large sizes, which Jazz had very little use for. Also, Prowl refused to believe that the caresses along his door wings were casual.
"I am on duty, Jazz." Prowl said after he read the same sentence twice without it registering in his processor.
"Can't a mech decide ta come keep you company?" Jazz asked, and Prowl refused to look up and see the pout the saboteur was undoubtedly giving him.
"Company is one thing." Prowl replied irritably. "What you're currently doing is another."
"What, reading?" Jazz asked innocently.
"Besides reading, if you even are doing that." Prowl answered, trying to sound annoyed but having it come out as more of a purr as he involuntarily arched into the saboteur's touch.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jazz said, turning his attention back to the screen.
"Jazz. I'm on duty." Prowl said stiffly, trying desperately to calm his systems as a light magnetic field joined Jazz's hands on his door wings.
"How is it that communications duty for ya translates into reading 'bout tactics, anyways?" Jazz mused.
"The same way it translates into looking up music and buying concert tickets for you." Prowl replied without much rancor, his systems now purring happily over Jazz's hands on his wings.
"Heh, yeah, I suppose yer right." Jazz replied, keeping his optics on the screen. Prowl's own optics sent his processor a confirmation message for shut-down, since their data kept being ignored, and that brought Prowl back to the control room. He jerked his wings away from Jazz's hands and focused determinedly on the screen in front of him, enacting several little-used protocols to force his systems to calm down. They fell apart when Jazz's hands returned to his door wings again, this time with a stronger magnetic field, and accompanied by a sonic pulse. Prowl whimpered, turning his optics off as the sensors in his wings bombarded him with information about just how good that felt.
"Stop it, please." Prowl managed to get out after a moment, and he cringed at how weak his voice was.
"Stop what?" Jazz purred in Prowl's audio, and that caused the tactician to summon the will to turn his optics back on and glare at Jazz.
"Stop fondling my door wings while I am on duty, please." Prowl growled.
"Was I fondling your door wings?" Jazz asked innocently, and then a strong sonic pulse came from his hands, and Prowl gasped, his will to make Jazz stop evaporating instantly. Duty be slagged. No one yet had been able to stop Jazz when he had his mind set on something, and Prowl wasn't exactly on the best footing to try and be the first. Jazz could let Prowl know if something came up.
With that decided, Prowl relaxed into Jazz's touch, his systems purring away happily. A part of his processor began counting down the time until his shift ended, at which point he could drag Jazz off to his quarters and jump the saboteur. The rest of Prowl was lost in a haze of pleasant sensory information, leaving the tactician with a rather embarrassingly goofy smile on his face as Jazz's hands continued their caresses.
Then there came a new sensation, and Prowl was forced to focus himself and try to figure out what it was. This was difficult, since it was adding even more sensation to his door wings, and was actually pushing him past a pleasant haze and towards an overload. Prowl gasped as he felt it again, losing most of the focus he'd just gained, and heard a low laugh from Jazz.
"They really are sensitive, aren't they?" the saboteur said in a low voice from behind Prowl, and Prowl whimpered in reply as the sensation came again.
"What are you doing?" Prowl gasped as he attempted to recover, systems revving beyond pleasure and into overload territory. Preliminary warnings were already beginning to flash through his processor, though they were mostly ignored.
"Experimenting. Investigating. Playing." Jazz replied enigmatically. "Does it feel good?"
"What the slag do you think?!" Prowl growled, only to whimper as something almost unbearably cold washed over his left door wing, only to be followed by a wonderful wave of heat. It was incredibly erotic, and when the same thing happened to his other door wing, Prowl became very glad he was already sitting down, since he didn't think his processor could actually process anything beyond the sensory input from his door wings at this point.
"I think that I'm going to enjoy your door wings a lot." Jazz said in Prowl's audio, his lust clear in his voice, and Prowl had the presence of mind to reach up and grab the saboteur's helm, turning to engage Jazz in a fierce kiss. He was pretty sure the slagger laughed into the kiss, but he didn't care, as Jazz did something to the magnetic field and sonic pulses he was emitting, and Prowl's systems went into blessed overload, taking Prowl's consciousness with it.
---
Prowl onlined his optics the instant his sensors told him he was horizontal, and he looked around in surprise to find himself laying on the recharge berth in his quarters. A small sound made him look behind himself on the berth, and he found Jazz sprawled there, looking at him smugly.
"What happened?" Prowl asked slowly, not entirely sure he wanted to know.
"You went off-line when you overloaded. Prime came in ta check up on ya not long after, an' since you were still out, I told 'im you'd been working yourself too hard lately, an' it had obviously caught up with you. He called Cliffjumper to take your shift an' I got ta carry you back here." Jazz replied, grinning widely.
"When I - Prime - you -" Prowl was unable to come up with a suitable response, staring at the saboteur in disbelief.
"Course, on th'way out, Prime told me he'd rather I let ya finish your shift from now on." Jazz said thoughtfully. "Unless you really are workin' to hard, in which case he said I have his permission an' support to convince you t'get some recharge." Prowl stared at the saboteur for a moment longer, then pushed himself up out of his berth. "Hey, where are you goin'?"
"To see if whoever's on duty in med bay will remove my door wings." Prowl replied as he headed for the door.
"Oi, wait a minute!" Jazz called after the tactician, scrambling up from the berth and following as Prowl exited. Unseen by the saboteur, Prowl grinned and hoped that First Aid wouldn't end up too confused by the visit he was about to get.
- END -