AN:

I) The prompt was for a jealous Bluestreak.
II) This does technically take place in my AU (the original story is in the process of being written and is not available yet), however I do not know if this particular set up will be a relationship in the story. It does seem to work though... However this situation will not mostly because...
III) I don't like the femmes much overall, I find them way too stereotypical, and shallow. (Besides slash is so much more interesting)

SN: Written for redwasabi89 over on lj. The prompt was a dominant Bluestreak as the jealous one. Warning this contains slash and a threesome.

If you don't like don't read. I am not responsible if you read beyond this point.

Jealous

Bluestreak stood against the wall watching the scene before him. Most would have been surprised to see the normally amicable, and talkative bot silent and frowning, that is if they had been paying any attention. What they couldn't do was hear his internal monologue.

'Who does she think she is? She shows up and thinks that she can have anyone with just a glance.' Bluestreak glared at the pink femme who was busy flirting with every mech present... including Prowl. 'As if she can't tell that he has absolutely no interest in her.' Arcee had been here for less then a week in human terms, and already she had managed to entrance a good number of mechs, but some how her attention had been drawn to the stoic 2IC. The Datsun had orders to make sure she was settling in and to keep the rest from harassing the only femme present, so there was little he could do to extract himself from the situation.

Narrowing his optics, he crossed his arms in front of his chassis. 'If she runs her hands over his chassis one more time I will tear them off.' Bluestreak found himself reining in the instinct to play the game. It wasn't something he liked to do, but something he had learned to survive. 'At least he won't let her near his wings.' Blue smirked at that.

Although he had the majority of his attention on the flirting female, Bluestreak didn't even flinch when Jazz appeared by his side. The saboteur copied the Datsun's position, a frown upon his face. "She's all over him."

Bluestreak nodded. " If she runs her hands over his chassis one more time I will not be responsible for my actions."

Jazz smirked. "Can I help?"

Bluestreak glanced over at the Solstice. "Got a plan?"

"You play the game as well as anyone. Why don't we show them why you survived?"

Bluestreak was silent. He hated remembering his time under Megatron, but at this point he was too aggravated with Arcee to care. "Prowl wont be happy."

Jazz just shrugged. "They're bound to find out that Prowl's not just mine sooner or later."

"Prime then."

"Let's just say I've dealt with Prime."

"Then let the game begin."

Bluestreak smirked, and Jazz stretched himself sensuously, before settling back to watch the show.

With one last look at his silver lover Bluestreak sauntered towards the crowd of mechs surrounding Arcee.

Prowl suppressed a sigh of irritation. Arcee refused to stop flirting with him, despite the fact that he had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in her. A quick glance around the room, showed his two lovers talking to each other, visibly aggravated. While most of the Ark knew that Jazz and Prowl were together, very few realized that this relationship also included Bluestreak. The younger Datsun didn't mind being over looked. He preferred to keep his private life just that, private. However neither lover was pleased with Arcee's less then subtle invitations. Again suppressing his own annoyance, Prowl turned his attention back towards his charge.

During his musing Bluestreak had joined the crowd. Prowl frowned. His lover preferred avoidance to confrontation, but with the way his door wings were set it looked like he was gearing up for just that. The younger Datsun soon joined in the rather inane conversation, chatting about this and that, living up to his name.

"Primus do you ever shut up?" Arcee finally snapped.

Bluestreak just looked up ever so innocent, at least to those who didn't speak door wing. "What ever do you mean Arcee? I thought you liked conversation. You do talk a lot yourself."

"And that's the difference," she sneered. "I want to speak, but you're too immature to let anyone else get a word in."

The mechs around them tensed. They protected their own, even if Bluestreak did occasionally get annoying. The Datsun just smiled unconcerned. "And you're too immature to leave off a mech who doesn't want you." His tone was blithely innocent.

Arcee sputtered. "Take that back."

The gunner tilted his head and looked at the angry femme. "No." His tone didn't change. "It's the truth after all."

Arcee's features hardened, before relaxing back into a smirk. "You're just jealous. Jealous that he chose to spend time with me."

"Wow you are really good at deluding yourself. After all he was ordered to accompany you." Bluestreak paused for a fraction of a second, before turning to Prowl. "Which reminds me. Jazz said he talked to Optimus."

Prowl raised an optic ridge.

"Seems he's... released you from your last assignment." The gunner sauntered up to the tactician, wings twitching in merriment evident only to a few. "Jazz wants to spend some quality time... together." The gathered company watched in amazement as the 2IC let the Datsun run a

hand teasingly over a wing. He hadn't let Arcee any where near them.

"We've missed you," Bluestreak breathed, loud enough only for Prowl to hear. With that the gunner with glided back over to the silver saboteur, a little bit of sway in his hips.

"Excuse me." The tactician quickly excused himself, and was across the room before any of the others could react. The entire room was stunned when he swept the younger Datsun into his arms kissing him thoroughly, before receiving the same treatment. One murmured something and the three left the rec room, never fully letting any of the others go.

All the while the pink femme simmered with jealousy, as the gossip quickly flared like wildfire around her.

AN2: OK I have absolutely no idea where this pairing came from, the bunny bit and won't let go... So I wrote the Threesome, and somehow it actually seems to work... So I'm either crazy, going to the Pit or both.

Oh and these stories go in no particular order, and are not really in the same universe, other then the ones I specify are in my AU.