JazzxProwl anyone? Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Busy, busy, busy. Busy as a bee! Hehe... yeah... I wrote this at 1am in the morning, so I apologize if there are any mistakes I didn't catch. It also moves along quick, BUT, that's the power of the doorwings, baby~

"Brig time for 2 cycles, and double shift for the rest of the week, you two."

"But-"

"No 'buts'. Unless you two want extra punishment."

"Well, it depends, will you be doing the punishing?" The red said with a sly smirk.

"Brig for 4 cycles and double shift for the rest of the month." The stoic replied, door wings held high on his back.

"Good job, Sides!" Sunstreaker yelled sarcastically, whacking his twins helm with the back of his hand.

"Heh heh… You're welcome.." Sideswipe winced.

"You are to report to the brig within the next breem. I will inform Red Alert you are coming." And with that, the white and black Datsun walked off.

"Geez… He's such a prick" Sideswipe whined, already trotting towards the brig, his brother following.

"I think the pole in his aft grew by 2 feet today." Sunstreaker facial expression stayed the same, a firm frown adorning his faceplate. Sideswipe laughed hysterically.

~oOo~

Jazz casually danced down the halls, heading towards the entrance of the Ark. It was almost time for his shift to start. He had Decepticon watch, which he didn't mind. He normally just sat around, listening and dancing to music, still managing to watch for the opposite faction somehow.

"I want some reeed roses, for a bluuuee lady, send them to the sweetest gal in tooown." He sang smoothly, his hips swaying along with the song. Once he reached the entrance of the Ark, he transformed into his Porsche alternate mode, instantly driving off.

~oOo~

Prowl was sorting out date-pads, and occasionally signing them off; as he always did.

"sign here, out, out, out, sign here, out, dispose, out, out…" he chanted as he went through the data-pads, organizing them as they should be. A typical Prowl workday. It was still like this even if it wasn't a workday.

Prowl was so entranced, he almost didn't catch his comm. link beeping at him.

/Hello?/

/Hey, Prowler!/

Prowl sighed before replying.

/Yes, Jazz?/

/Can you come out here? I have some suspicions tha' the D-cons are up t' something'./

/Why didn't you say so? I'll send a team out--/

/No, that isn't necessary, Prowl. I jus' need you. It's nothing' serious, I'm jus' a bit paranoid./

/Fine. I'll be there within a breem./

/Thanks, Prowler!/

Prowl turned of the comm. link and sighed into his hands. He'd much rather do his work, than attend to Jazz's paranoia. Despite this, he got up from his office chair, before heading out and locking his office.

~oOo~

"If this turns out to be nothing, I'm going to kill that mech personally." Prowl mumbled as he drove in his Datsun mode to the coordinates Jazz was assigned for his shift.

Two kliks later, he spotted the familiar black and white form of the Porsche. Jazz was peeking over a large boulder staring at something that had caught his attention, his back turned to the Datsun. He quietly made his way to the TIC, already looking over the boulder as well. When he didn't see anything, he got confused.

"What are you staring at?" He inquired.

Jazz jumped slightly, having not known Prowl had already come. Prowl quietly apologized when he saw this.

"Nothin' really. Jus' keeping' watch. That is what I'm supposed to do, ya' know." Jazz replied with a cheeky smile. If he could, Prowl would have rolled his optics.

"Why am I here?"

"T' help me keep watch."

"There's nothing to watch, Jazz." Prowls optic ridges furrowed a bit in irritation.

"I know, but I'm jus' paranoid."

"And why is that, Jazz?"

"I dunno. I jus' gotta feelin' something's gonna happen."

Prowl sighed, rubbing a nasal ridge a bit; something he learned from the humans.

"Fine, I'll stay. But if you start singing, I'm going to shoot you in the aft and leave."

"Ouch, Prowler, that hurts." Jazz held his hand to his chest mock hurt.

The SIC ignored him and fixed his gaze past the boulder, looking for anything out of the normal. He'd much rather be doing his work, than standing behind a boulder watching nothing. Nothing at all, just the wind blowing, kicking up dust.

Jazz on the other hand, didn't really seem to mind. In fact, he actually had a small smile planted on his face.

Prowl kept his gaze locked to the valley below, until he felt something slick against his neck cables, and his wings were yanked, causing him to shout out and shudder. He turned around quickly to confront the assaulter, to see the TIC.

"J-JAZZ?!"

Jazz replied with nothing but a smirk. He pushed Prowl against the boulder, rubbing their chassis together.

"W-WHAT IN THE P-PIT ARE YOU DOING?!" The tactician shouted.

"This." Jazz pressed his lips to Prowls, catching him a deep kiss. He reached behind the tactician to gently knead the base of his door wings, eliciting a low moan. Despite himself, Prowl melted into the kiss, slipping his tongue in the others mouth, his door wings fluttering a bit with the stimulation they were getting.

Jazz chuckled, as he pulled away. "Well, that was easy." But before he could say anymore, Prowl started pushing back on Jazz, causing him to fall backwards onto the ground. Following him down, Prowl locked his lips with his again in a passionate kiss. Jazz thought to himself, Heh heh…Maybe those wings a little too sensitive..

Prowl was leaning over Jazz, furiously kissing him. His hands on either side of Jazz's head, and his legs in between the others. He ground his hips into the TIC's. Jazz arched his back at the friction. Jazz had thought he would senselessly tease Prowl until he gave into interfacing, but he had thought wrong. All it took was a gentle kneading motion to the door wings to get Prowl to attack him like he is now.

Jazz was brought out of his musings as he heard the sound of a latch unlocking. He looked to Prowl to see he unlatched his own cod-piece, with his spike fully extended. His optics widened behind his visor. impressive… was all he thought before his own cod-piece was unlatched.

"P-prowl? Wha-oh!" He didn't finish his sentence as Prowl suddenly plunged two of his fingers into the TIC's valve, lightly twisting and curling them. Jazz's helm threw back as Prowl started thrust his fingers inside him. His face was heating up fast, and his cooling fans started to kick in. Prowl soon added a third, making Jazz cry out once more, arching into the touch.

Prowl pulled his fingers out of the valve, before stuffing them in the owner's mouth, earning him a muffled gasp. Jazz suckled and licked on the lubricant covered fingers as they probed his mouth. Prowl fingers retreated earning him a whimper, but silenced them in another passionate kiss as he abruptly pushed his spike into the well lubricated valve. Jazz's head broke the kiss as his head shot back, releasing a loud moan at the sudden intrusion.

Prowl moved to the others mechs neck as Jazz wrap his legs around his hips. The SIC started thrusting in and out at a slow pace. Prowl wrapped his glossa around the secondary fuel line in Jazz's neck, tugging at it.

"Nggh… O-oh! D-don't stop…" Jazz gasped as the pace increased, wrapping his arms around Prowls neck.

"I never planned too." Prowl whispered huskily into Jazz's audios, before licking the horns adorning his helm. He pumped into the TIC, eliciting more moans of pleasure. Fluids began to drip out every time he thrust out, collecting on the dirt ground below them.

Jazz's valve convulsed around the spike inside him, gasping each time it hit the sensor deep inside. He moved his arms around Prowls back to knead at the door wings again, earning him a low moan from the mech above him.

"Ugh… you l-little cheater…"

Jazz didn't reply back, but bit back a moan as Prowl started to increase his pace and strength. He didn't think he could hold on for much longer. He delved his fingers into the gaps at the base of the others door wings, plucking at the wires deep inside. His visor flared brightly when Prowl literally bit his neck cables.

Prowl thrust in harder as he neared him climax, his spike taking its toll. He moved his hands down to caress the Porsches light grey faceplates before doing the same to the mechs headlights on his chassis. With a few more thrusts, Prowl moaned loudly as he came to his overload, his transfluid spilling into Jazz's valve in spurts.

Jazz clawed at the door wings as his own overload came, his valve spasming around the spike, screaming out.

"O-OH, AHH-- P-PROWL!" His visor flared white hot, arching his back.

Prowl slumped against his lover, his fans working overtime, attempting to cool him.

"S-see? I told ya s-something was gonna happen.." Jazz spoke softly, a soft smile pulling at his face, his own fans working hard.

"Just shut up and kiss me, or I'll throw you in the brig with the twins." Prowl huffed.

Jazz laughed before planting a soft peck on the tacticians lips.

Doorwings are gonna get someone raped one of these days.

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