TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MECH ON MECH ACTION! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!
This is a chapter I had quite a bit of fun writing, for reasons that will be quite obvious once you've read it :3 This is a bit of an interlude in the story and I also wanted to focus more on Jazz and Prowl. This entire chapter is all about them and their activities ;D This is my first little try at this pairing so I hope it's good.
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Jazz whined at his mate for the umpteenth time that day, visor locked onto the stoic faceplates as he watched for a reaction.
"Prowler~" He whined his bonded's name then. "Prowler, Ah know ya can hear meh."
"What do you want, Jazz?" Prowl finally set his datapad aside and looked at his mate, exasperated. Jazz had come into his office almost two Earth hours ago and had yet to leave, instead insisting upon remaining in the room and bothering him, trying to distract him from his work.
"Ya know what Ah want, baby," He purred, leaning across the desk that currently separated them. Prowl shuddered and allowed his doorwings to quiver at the tone his mate was using. It was the one he used when he was trying to seduce Prowl (not like he really needed to) after a hard day of work or when he was feeling exceptionally frisky.
"I'm behind on my reports, Jazz," Prowl sighed, giving his lover a pointed look. "I need to finish."
"Ya can finish another time," He leaned forward even more, resting his entire upper body on the desk now. "Please, Prowler? We ain't been intimate since before Aquafire was forced back ta th' 'Cons an' Ah know yer systems are still in perfect condition fer a sparklin'."
Prowl could not argue with either statement. He'd been to Ratchet again just to make sure and he'd been basically lectured by the medic afterwords. Ratchet had told him he was lucky that the stress had not affected him as much as it usually would have and that the chances of sparking were still quite high so long as he and Jazz continued interfacing regularly.
"C'mon, Prowler," Jazz purred. "Take a break wit' meh?" Prowl sighed, doorwings slumping in defeat as he nodded and reluctantly set aside his current work. Jazz hopped up and pulled his lover from his chair, dragging him out of the office with a happy grin plastered on his faceplates. Prowl stumbled and quickly regained his footing as he went with his overenthusiastic mate to their shared quarters. As soon as they were inside with the door locked, Jazz pulled Prowl into a heated kiss.
"J-Jazz!" Prowl gasped as they parted. Jazz smiled and lifted him up, forcing the Praxian to wrap his arms and legs around his mate. Jazz walked them into a wall as they kissed, tearing a hiss from Prowl when his doorwings became trapped behind him at a weird angle.
"Sorry, Prowler," Jazz smiled sheepishly as he eased back, allowing Prowl to adjust the sensitive appendages. Prowl gave him a soft glare that withered away the moment Jazz pressed close, bringing their crotch plates into contact. The saboteur nuzzled against his mate's throat, kissing and licking the spots he knew would make the SIC moan.
"Berth. Now." Prowl moaned out as Jazz teased along his chassis. His mate eagerly brought them to the berth and settled Prowl amongst the pillows, making sure his doorwings wouldn't be squished as they continued. The Praxian let his panel snap open and bit his lower lip component as Jazz hooked his legs over his shoulder and flashed him a devious smile.
"So wet fer meh," He crooned softly. He dipped his helm down and flicked his glossa out, tasting the sweet, tangy lubricant that was leaking from Prowl's port. "Do ya want meh, Prowler?" He heard the SIC let out a small, needy whimper as he wiggled his hips. Jazz smirked as he stabbed his glossa into the waiting port, eliciting a loud cry from his mate.
"Jazz!" He cried out, arching as much as he could. Jazz teased his mate for only a little before he drew back and moved his cod piece aside, allowing his spike to fully pressurize. Prowl eyed the spike hungrily and spread his legs for Jazz, almost obscenely wide as he reached up and teased the TIC's audio horns.
"Mm, jus' like tha', Prowler." Jazz moaned at the feeling as he lined himself up with Prowl's port and leaned over, capturing his mate's mouth in a searing kiss. Prowl kept him there, fingers moving along his helm as he waited for Jazz to enter him. The saboteur was buried to the hilt not a nanosecond later, both bots moaning at the feeling. "Primus... always so tight," Jazz moaned as he kissed down to Prowl's throat.
Prowl only moaned in response as he urged Jazz to move, bucking his hips against his mate's desperately.
"Jazz," He actually whined. "Please!" Jazz purred and slowly began to move. He loved when Prowl got like this and the fact that Jazz was the only one who got to see the usually stoic SIC come undone was... indescribable. Not to mention he was the cause of it all.
Jazz soon focused his attention on the trembling doorwings, kissing and nipping along the upper ridges to make Prowl gasp and cry in ecstasy. The saboteur knew exactly where to touch to get the greatest reaction from the Praxian and he always used it to his advantage when interfacing or when he was trying to get Prowl into the berth.
It never failed to get him the result that he wanted.
Prowl whimpered and cried, arching into his mate's skilled servos. He wrapped his legs around Jazz's waist, pulling him closer and deeper.
"Merge with me." Prowl gasped out when Jazz struck a cluster of overly sensitive sensors. Jazz kissed his bonded and groaned as the other black and white mouthed at the parting seam of his chestplates. Knowing his mate was in no mood to play, Jazz parted the plates and exposed his pulsing spark to Prowl.
The Praxian revved his engine happily at the sight and leaned forward, flicking his glossa along the laser core casing of his mate's spark. Jazz let out a cry and jerked his hips, tearing a moan from Prowl at the movement. Prowl leaned back and allowed his own chestplates to part. His spark was thrumming in time with Jazz's and when it was exposed, it eagerly thumped against it's casing. Both laser cores opened and Jazz leaned down, pressing their chests together as he continued thrusting.
"Jazz!" Prowl arched just as he reached his peak.
"Prowler!" Jazz lurched forward and gasped as their sparks became one, increasing their pleasure nearly tenfold. They cried out in unison, clinging to each other as wave after wave of pleasure, love, caring, and so many other emotions tore through their frames. Jazz spilled transfluid into his mate, partially filling his reproductive tank as he did so.
When it was over, their sparks parted lazily and returned to their respective casings. Jazz was content to just rest against Prowl as their cooling fans worked to cool their frames. He happily listened to his mate's heavy vents as he 'panted' and kissed along Jazz's neck softly.
"Mmm, love ya, Prowler," Jazz murmured, kissing the Praxian.
"And I, you, Jazz," Prowl let himself smile as he kissed back. He unwrapped his legs from Jazz's waist and groaned as a jolt of pleasure raced through his circuits. Jazz was still firmly seated within him, he realized after a moment, and slowly pressurizing again. "Jazz." He groaned as the saboteur traced tiny patterns over his doorwings, causing them to tremble and twitch.
"Yer jus' so sexy, Prowler," Jazz purred, kissing his bondmate. "Ah can' help it. Doc bots orders anyway," He grinned. "Dunno 'bout ya, but Ah dun wanna slag 'im off."
"Yes, Ratchet told us to interface and merge frequently but I do not think he meant for us to do so so many times in a row. I doubt he would appreciate it if we both ended up in stasis." Prowl gave his mate a pointed look and Jazz smiled sheepishly.
"One more time, please?" He whined, shifting his hips, pulling out just slightly to make the Praxian groan. "Then we can recharge, promise." Under the gentle and loving caresses of his lover, Prowl caved. Jazz took it slow and gentle this time, building the charge slowly as he worshiped his mate's body.
"I love you so very much, my Jazz," Prowl murmured after he settled down from his second overload. Jazz hummed in content as he lay behind his bonded, one arm wrapped lightly, possessively, around the Datsun's waist while the other rested under a pillow, supporting his helm. Prowl turned his head as far as he possibly could just as the Porsche leaned over to kiss him.
"An' Ah love ya jus' as much, Prowler," He murmured back. "Rest, babe, Ah know ya need it. Ah'll help ya wit' yer work tomorrow."
"Thank you," Prowl's lips quirked up in a faint smile as they both settled down into recharge.
-X-X-X-
Prowl could not believe it. Jazz had managed to distract him from his work.
Again.
The tactician had been minding his own business as usual, focusing on sorting through all the reports that had piled up on his desk, when Jazz had sauntered in, grinning as always, and taken the seat on the opposite side of Prowl's desk. Prowl had ignored him of course, instead focusing on the report currently in his servo. He barely heard the saboteur stand, or move for that matter, but a moment later, he felt skilled servos dancing across his doorwings, the sensors registering the feeling of Jazz's mag pulses. Prowl let out a soft sigh as he slowly relaxed but he kept his attention firmly on the report.
He remembered feeling Jazz feather his lips across the back of his neck and after that... nothing but pure pleasure.
"Ya know ya love meh," Jazz smirked at his bonded as he helped him pick up the scattered datapads.
"What if someone had walked in?" Prowl scowled at his overenthusiastic mate.
"Ah locked th' door," Jazz hummed. Prowl just gave him an incredulous look as he continued to clean up. "Ya can't deny tha' ya weren't revved up 'fore Ah got in here, Prowler."
"No thanks to you," He deadpanned. "How many times have I told you not to abuse our bond like that? Especially when I am working."
"Ya may have mentioned it," He hummed. "Ya know ya love it when Ah do it ta ya." Prowl remained silent as he sorted through the reports again and placed them on his desk. Jazz did the same and grinned at the Datsun.
"If you are going to insist on remaining in here, the least you could do is help me," Prowl sighed. Jazz nodded and sat in the opposite chair, silently going through the reports along with his bondmate. After a while, Jazz got up and manually unlocked the door, flashing his bonded a quick smile.
"Ah'll be back later, babe," He called as he slipped out. Prowl shook his helm and returned to his work, picking up another datapad when he finished with his current one.
As promised, Jazz returned a few joors later, a cube of much needed energon in both hands.
"Thank you," Prowl took the offered cube and took a sip of it, sighing when the nourishing liquid hit his tanks and exhausted systems.
"Ya gotta stop workin' so hard, Prowler," Jazz leaned back in the chair he was now sitting in.
"It is impossible for me to do so when you insist on distracting me," Jazz grinned at this. "I do not think Optimus would appreciate it if I fell behind on my work. I'm almost behind as it is."
"Ah'm sure he'd make a exception fer ya, all things considered," Jazz swirled the remaining energon in his cube before he knocked it back. "When an' if ya get sparked, baby, ya won't be able ta work as much as ya do righ' now."
"Do not remind me," He could already feel his battle computer trying to rebel against such a thought. "Don't you have patrol?" Prowl raised an optic ridge at his bondmate.
"Eh, they won' mind if Ah'm a couple breems late," He chuckled.
"Jazz." The saboteur knew that tone of voice. It was Prowl's 'I-outrank you-and-you'd-better-listen' voice.
"Ah'm goin', Ah'm goin'," He laughed as he stood. "See ya tonight, Prowler," Moving quickly, Jazz stole a quick kiss before he was out the door. Prowl watched him leave and shook his helm, smiling gently. He would make it up to Jazz later, when he was finally caught up on all his reports.
Going through the stack, he realized that a certain report was missing. He went through the stack again and stood up, doorwings hitched up in a 'v' shape. He stormed out of his office and to the command center.
"Prowl, what brings you here?" Optimus was surprised by his SIC's sudden appearance. He rarely left his office during the day, only doing so when Jazz forced him out for energon or when someone forgot... oh slag.
"I do not appreciate it when reports are not turned in on time, sir." Prowl told him in a clipped tone. "Even your own bondmate managed to turn in her report on time," This got several muffled laughs from the bots who were currently in the room. "Do you have an excuse?"
"Well... with all that has happened I have not really had the time to complete my report." Optimus hoped that his SIC would buy it but from the look on the Datsun's faceplates, he'd obviously been caught.
"Is Elita-1 too much of a distraction for you, sir?" Prowl tilted his head to the side, face impassive as he continued. "If that is the case, I think Ratchet would more than willingly put a few restrictions on your activities."
"N-no, it's quite alright, Prowl," He replied hastily. "I'll have the report on your desk first thing in the morning."
"See to it that it is." Prowl nodded to his Prime and left. Jazz would have a fit when Prowl informed him of what he'd missed while out on patrol. Luckily, Prowl had recorded the moment and saved it to his memory drive for later. Red Alert was not the only one with blackmail material on members of the Ark.
Though Jazz and Red Alert were the only ones aware of it.
Ah, the joys of being the Autobot SIC. Prowl loved his job.
-X-X-X-
Prowl sat on the berth, an amused smile on his face, as he watched his mate writhe on the floor, laughing so hard he was fairly certain Jazz would blow a gasket.
"Tha' was priceless!" He finally gasped out, recovering from the laughing fit. "Ya shown Red yet?"
"No, I will do so tomorrow," Prowl allowed himself to chuckle. "I am debating on showing Bolt as well, I am certain he would enjoy seeing this."
"He loves when ya chew bots out, babe," Jazz chuckled as he picked himself up. He gently tackled his mate and kissed him softly, pouring all of his love into it. "Ah love ya so much." He kissed his way to Prowl's chest and teased the transformation seams, fingers lightly tracing over his headlights.
"Mm... ngh... J-Jazz..." Prowl arched up with a soft gasp. The Porsche silenced him with a quick kiss and began his journey down the Datsun's frame again. Prowl gripped the covers below him and let out tiny gasps and moans as Jazz targeted all his sensitive spots.
"Ah wanna see yer spike, love," Jazz purred. "Ah wanna make ya feel great tonight. Ah wanna worship ya, pleasure ya, make ya overload an' drive ya crazy. Ah wanna hear mah designation fall from yer mouth while Ah do it. Make ya scream fer meh." Prowl actually whimpered as he arched into his mate.
Prowl felt his upper interface panel slide away but his spike remained firmly hidden within its housing. Jazz purred as he leaned down and coaxed it out of hiding, giving the shaft a loving kiss once it was fully pressurized. Prowl, on occasion, did like to dominate over Jazz but more often than not, he loved having his port filled with his lovers spike while his was stimulated to overload. He and Jazz were nearly equal in length but Jazz had a bit more girth to his spike, which was perfect for stretching Prowl just right.
Jazz held the Praxian's hips as he licked his lovers spike, teasing it to make Prowl gasp and moan, jerking his hips whenever he pulled away. The Porsche suckled the tip, loving the taste of pre-transfluid as he swirled his glossa around it. Prowl cried out when he was swallowed whole and bucked his hips up, whimpering when Jazz held him in place. Jazz relaxed his throat tubing and started bobbing his head up and down, nipping gently as he did so.
"Jazz!" Prowl let out a breathless moan as he clenched his optics shut. Jazz smirked around the spike in his mouth and sent a brief mag pulse into his lover to make him scream and thrash. Oh how he loved making Prowl come undone like this. "Jazz, please!" The Porsche smirked and continued, sucking harshly. Jazz looked up at his mate and groaned at the sight.
Prowls lips were parted as he panted, moans and gasps escaping his vocalizer, optics shuttered in pure bliss. One servo was resting on Jazz's helm while the other was somehow crossed over his chassis, teasing one of his own doorwings. Jazz was amazed by the Datsun's flexibility at times. He didn't linger on this thought as he focused on pleasuring his mate.
"Jazz! Please, I'm about to-" He stopped short when a powerful wave of pleasure tore through his systems and warnings popped up in his HUD. He let out a primal scream as he bucked wildly, finally reaching his peak. Jazz swallowed it all expertly and licked up the excess that escaped from his mouth. Prowl slumped on the berth, vents heaving as they sucked in cool air greedily. He slowly onlined his optics and looked down at his grinning lover. Prowl stroked his helm shakily, rubbing his sensory horns to earn a light moan as Jazz crawled up his body and caught his lips in a kiss.
"Ya're so beautiful in th' throes o' passion, babe," He murmured against Prowls lips. "Ah never get tired o' seein' it. Ah love breakin' tha' icy mask o' yers. Ah love everythin' 'bout ya." His servos went straight for Prowl's doorwings, using a gentle mag pulse on them to make the Praxian squirm under him. Prowl felt his valve clench around nothing and bit his lip, squirming as he mewled, begging Jazz to do more than just tease him. "Oh Ah will, don'tcha worry 'bout that," Jazz purred. He reached down and tapped Prowl's port covering. "Open fer meh."
Prowl did so eagerly and gasped when the cool air of their quarters hit his now exposed port. Jazz slid one servo down the Datsun's body and lazily traced the clenching port, just barely dipping the tip inside.
"Oh, so wet fer meh," Jazz purred softly. "So tight." He pressed that single digit further into the searing heat of his mate's port and groaned with the SIC. "Ah dun even think Ah gotta stretch ya," He smirked. "Were ya bein' naughty in yer office while Ah was gone, Prowler? Were ya getting yerself ready fer meh?" Prowl only moaned, refusing to answer. Jazz knew he was correct though, as Prowl had been broadcasting lust and pleasure over their bond the entire time he was on patrol.
"Jazz, please," He squirmed when he saw the saboteur's spike pressurize. "Don't tease anymore."
"Ya sure are eager," Jazz chuckled. "As ya wish," He eased his finger out then. He grabbed both of Prowl's hands and interlocked their fingers, holding them above his lovers helm as they kissed. Jazz snapped his hips forward and moaned with his mate. He took things slow this time, showering Prowl's face and lips with loving kisses, murmuring sweet nothings into his audial's.
"Oh... n-ngh... J-ahh-zz!" Prowl let out a whimpering cry as Jazz shifted to a different angle.
"Tha's righ', babe, moan fer meh," Jazz moaned softly as he kissed over his bondmate's chest. "So close, Prowler, so close it hurts. Open yer chest fer meh. Wanna merge wit' ya." Prowl did so with a low keen of pleasure. He squeezed Jazz's hands as he began to tense up and released a cry as the saboteur hit the back of his port. Jazz kissed him and pressed their chests together, merging their sparks for the second time that day. He threw his helm back and cried out his lovers name just as the Datsun did the same, valve clenching around his spike, milking him of every last drop of transfluid.
Jazz kissed Prowl lovingly once they both calmed down and gently drew back, purring happily.
"Thank you, Jazz," Prowl gave his mate a rare, genuine smile.
"Yer welcome, Prowler," He smiled back. "Why don' we go clean up?"
"That would be greatly appreciated," Prowl nodded. He snapped both panels shut and yelped when Jazz swept him up into his arms with a laugh. "Jazz!" He cried out in surprise, doorwings flared as he clung to his mate.
"Ah'm gonna pamper ya," Jazz smiled. "Mah mate deserves only th' best." Prowl was touched by this and let out a faint chuckle.
"I shall never understand you, my Jazz," He admitted.
"Good," Jazz laughed as he carried his mate to their private washracks. They'd had it installed a while ago, as mechs had started to complain about walking in on the couple whenever they got frisky in the washracks. So now they had their own and used it quite often... and not just for getting clean either.
Prowl was finally set on his pedes and let out a low hum as Jazz turned on the water.
"What about solvent?" He looked at his lover questioningly.
"Ah'm gonna do it th' old fashioned way," Jazz smiled grabbing a bottle of solvent and a scrubbing brush. Prowl relaxed his doorwings and smiled, allowing his bonded to do as he pleased. It made him feel like they were back on Cybertron, when they'd first started seeing one another. It hadn't been easy of course, with the war going on, but they'd made it work somehow. Prowl had been oblivious to Jazz's flirting and subtle hints at first but then the saboteur had stepped into his office one day and handed him a datapad. Prowl, thinking it to be a battle report, had immediately opened it and read over it. He'd been shocked to say the least, when he realized it was not a battle report, but a note asking Prowl if he wanted to date him. Prowl had given Jazz his reply after he woke up in the med bay, having crashed from the shock and all. Needless to say, their relationship had started out in quite an amusing way.
"Jazz, I love you," Prowl kissed his mate when the Porsche finally finished washing his frame.
"Ah love ya too," He purred into the kiss. Prowl snatched the brush from his music loving bondmate and set to work washing his own frame. He pressed kisses to certain spots, teasing transformation seams with his glossa to earn soft groans. "Tease."
"And you aren't?" He shot back. Jazz laughed and smiled, glad his mate was so relaxed. Prowl kissed his slightly shorter mate's shoulder when he was finished and they both stepped out after turning the water off. They dried off and returned to the berth, quickly tearing off the soiled blankets and replacing them before they settled down for the night.
"Love ya," Jazz snuggled close to Prowl, smiling.
"I love you as well," Prowl ducked his helm beneath Jazz's chin and activated his recharge cycle programs.
Jazz leaned back and smiled, capturing a picture and saving it to his memory files. He settled down again and kissed Prowl's helm before he activated his own cycle.