Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Generation 1. I got the 'magnetism manipulation' idea after watching the Transformers movie...I don't own that either.

Warning: MechxMech...First AidxJazz...The characters may be slightly OOC, but I'll let you be the judge of that.

First Aid should have been grateful that Ratchet fixed his paintjob while he was 'out cold', but he couldn't bring himself to be. He wanted his mask back, and now he had to interface with Prime to get it? It was the worst blackmail ever! Well, okay, maybe not the worst. Ratchet could have asked him to interface with Cliffjumper, Prowl, or someone with a mate...It was only because of that fact that he willingly left the medbay without his mask on without yelling at Ratchet too much. Ratchet did say that he would allow First Aid to hit anyone over the head with his wrench after he got his mask back...so he supposed that that was something to look forward to.

First Aid went straight to the rec room with his head held...relatively high. Although Ratchet had been kind enough to give him one of the many cubes of energon he had brought back to the med bay for himself, this trip to the rec room wasn't as it appeared. He wasn't going there to drink energon, he was going there to ask for help. He wasn't just going to spontaneously ask Prime of all bots for an interface. The only time he had ever overloaded was last solar cycle, and even though his medical training had made him aware of every part of a Cybertronian, his personality didn't quite measure up to that standard. He needed help, and he figured that there wasn't any reason for him to beat around the bush. He needed his mask back as soon as possible, so he needed to go straight to the source. In other words, he needed to ask the bot who had a reputation for knowing everything there is to know about courting and interfacing.

"Jazz, I require your assistance."

The other mechs at the table stared at First Aid slightly. Jazz simply grinned. "Sure. What for, man?"

"There's a project that I am working on that requires your expertise in magnetism."

Jazz waved his friends off before throwing his cube in the disposaland following First Aid out. "Does Ratchet know about this project?"

"He actually started it...He's just leaving me to finish it since his work pile is larger than mine."

He keyed in thepasscodeto his room. He had alerted his gestalt to clean up and get out beforehand. Normally he wouldn't be so harsh...or bold...but drastic times called for drastic measures. He told Jazz to sit down on his berth before standing a couple feet from him and crossing his arms. "I lied."

Jazz grinned. "I guessed." Aid lifted an optic ridge. "Your mask is gone. Its not under repairs, is it?"

"Its not."

"So then what's the real reason for bringing me here?"

"I really do need your assistance on a matter...But it's not so cold as a experiment. It's a personal bet between Ratchet and I."

"Does the bet allow you to ask for help?"

"There's no guidelines regarding it. But before I tell you what it is, I need you to answer a question."

"Shoot."

"Can you teach me how to seduce a mech?"

"Any mech in particular?"

"Prime."

Jazz stared at him. "You couldn't aim a little lower in the ranks on your first attempt?"

"Ratchet said that he would only give my mask back if I had an interface with Prime."

Jazz grinned knowingly. "How'd he get your mask in the first place?"

"That's another matter...Will you help me or not?"

"Depends."

Aid sighed. He should have expected this. "I'll make sure Prowl gets at least a day off."

"That's great, but that wasn't what I was going to ask. Are you going for the indirect or direct approach?"

Aid blinked. Why would that matter? "Direct." He needed his mask back as quickly as possible.

"In that case, allow me to be your practice run."

He really had eye shattering expectations, didn't he? "What? Jazz, I don't think-"

"Do ya want other bots on base to know what is going on?" A glance to the side was all the answer Jazz needed. Jazz placed his hands on either side of himself. "Seduce me."

"Jazz, I asked you how to seduce a mech because I don't know how."

"You need hands-on practice first. I just want to see how good you are naturally."

"Is Prowl-?"

"Prowl doesn't know."

How in the name of Primus...? "How does he not know?" For Primus' sake, even he could tell!

"He works himself to breaking point, that's how." Jazz sounded slightly pained.

Scrap. I just made the bot I asked help from feel like scrap. What a great way to repay him, First Aid thought sarcastically before charging toward Jazz. "Only because your the expert," First Aid whispered huskily in Jazz's audio.

"Not a great way to start off," Jazz said in amusement.

"Shut up." Jazz chuckled before doing so.

Aid went straight for the cables in Jazz's neck. One hand found a bundle of wires in Jazz's hip while another traveled across his stomach to-

Aid raised an optic ridge when Jazz giggled. "Tickling the bot your trying to seduce doesn't work unless you want to distract or annoy them."

"Got it," Aid mumbled with liquid heat running through his frame when Jazz giggled in his audio. He couldn't help it! Jazz is...cute and sexy when he wants to be. It was only when he was angry or planning blackmail that a bot had to run for the hills.

Aid froze again when Jazz literally purred in his audio while tracing his hips. "Compliments are always appreciated." He paused to lick his audio and grab his aft. First Aid yelped. "Though overdoing it can lead the bot to think that you're distracting them, want something from them, or aren't sincere in your advances." First Aid was shaking now. He tried to talk but his vocalizer had shortened out...So he did the only thing he could do: push Jazz back down on the berth, growl, and lick at any sensitive wire he could find...It wasn't hard considering he was a medic. Jazz had become a mess underneath him as he moaned and yelped when First Aid boldly grabbed his aft. "Aid..." Jazz groaned.

More liquid heat rushed through his system. He wanted to, but...No! Regardless of the fact that he was supposed to be seducing Jazz, First Aid didn't want to press his lip components to Jazz's. When Prowl was ready, whether he knew it or not, Jazz's lips would forever be his and only his to claim until both their sparks died out. Neither Jazz nor First Aid laid their spikes out for optics or glossa to feed on for the same reason. He couldn't steal something that important from Prowl.

First Aid was waiting for...Well, he didn't know what. He was in a gestalt...but even he got lonely. He didn't open up, and his gestalt was more than willing to help him, but he wanted to wait...He didn't know what he was waiting for, but it was something important...He wasn't about to ruin that for temptations sake. Ratchet said he had to interface with Optimus...He never said how they had to overload.

"Jazz," First Aid groaned. "I can't-" His sentence was cut off when Jazz sent a shock to First Aid's system that had his nether regions throbbing with lust. Aid looked at Jazz in shock after gasping and groaning loudly.

Jazz grinned before waving his right hand in his line of vision. "You did say that your experiment required my expertise in magnetism."

Yeah, but I didn't know that you could use it in interfacing. First Aid smirk in amusement chased that thought away. "That so?" Time to fight.

First Aid straightened up so that he hovered over Jazz's head before licking and nibbling at Jazz's horns. He figured this counted as practice since Optimus had antennas on his head.

"Aid!" Jazz groaned loudly as he bucked up instinctively. "Grind," Jazz growled when First Aid took a second to lift his helm up and move to Jazz's other audio.

"But-"

"Prowl won't mind," Jazz said as sincerely as he could in the heat of passion.

First Aid met every one of Jazz's grinds as First Aid stretched out so that he could still meet Jazz's horns, making him more sensitive to every grind and lick that Jazz threw his way. It was only when Aid bit hard on the tip of Jazz's audio and Jazz hit Aid with another magnetic pulse to his port that they both overloaded.