HEY HEY HEY, Look who is back! WOOT! Anyway I found some more writing material hidden deep in the corners of my computer. P.S. Rated M for a reason. Don't like it. Don't read it. Disclaimer is still the same, sadly I own nothing. So here goes round 3... er... I mean chapter 3. : )

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Klick(s) : minute(s)

Cycle(s) : hour(s)

Metacycle : 1 Year

"So what kind of begging does this perfect bot need? Is it some, 'I need you, I want you. Please just take me! Or is it rough and kinky like, 'I need to be tied up and taught a lesson.'" Jazz moaned at the ideas going through his processor. Jazz couldn't help but smile as the idea of Prowl being tied up and helpless on the berth, came in to his processor.

"I think the second one would work better on said bot." Prowl smiled a little. "Really? Can you tell me where to find this bot?" Prowl started to tease Jazz's frame. "I-I-I d-d-d-don't kn-kn-know." Prowl laughed lightly. Jazz grabbed the tactician's hands and pinned them against the wall. The look of shock came across Prowl's face. Jazz had Prowl pinned to the wall hard enough that he couldn't move but light enough he wasn't hurting his door wings.

"Start begging and said bot may show you mercy. It depends on what I tell him. " "Oh Primus… Please show me mercy. Please… Take me… I am in so much need… I need you to take me." Prowl struggled to free his servos to try and relieve some of his discomfort. But Jazz had him pinned. Jazz could feel his own arousal building.

Jazz used his free servo to tease Prowl's interface panel. Prowl trembled and the panel slid open without hesitation. Jazz leaned in and whispered in Prowl's audio. "You are so hot when you beg. So hot I could take you right here." A shiver went through the tactician's heated frame. All he could do was moan.

"Jazz please… AAAAAH." In the middle of his sentence the saboteur had two fingers up inside him touching all the right pleasure sensors inside. Jazz slightly tightened his grip around Prowl's servos when he saw Prowl's legs give out. " He didn't want to drop the bot and hurt him. "You have turned to putty."

Prowl moan and tried to move closer to Jazz. Jazz could see that he wouldn't be able to support his lover by his servos much longer. He removed his fingers from Prowl's port and pulled Prowl in to his arms and laid him on the berth.

He tied Prowl up and had his fingers back in the port and his now free servo, that moments ago was holding his lover up, was playing with his lover's door wings. Prowl's optics opened wide, he moaned loudly and he arched in to the contact. "Jazz… uh… please… I… need you in…. side me." Jazz kissed his lover gently and freed his spike. He used his servo to guide his spike in to Prowl.

He was horny but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his lover. He held on to Prowl's hips and started to move. Prowl moaned and tried to create friction by move, but Jazz held him still. "Jazz… I can't hang…" "Then let go." Prowl overloaded hard and the tightness of Prowl pulled Jazz into his own overload. Jazz collapsed next to Prowl who was already in recharge. The last thing Jazz heard before drifting off was the humming of their cooling fans trying to cool them down.

Jazz woke up a few cycles later, in the evening and realized he was running late. He jumped out of the berth and left the house and headed straight for the club. He commed Skyfire. :Hey Skyfire, I need to know if you are available for a favour?: :Sure. What is it?:

:I need you to get Wheeljack and I need the two of you to stop by my place and convince Prowl to come to the club with you.: :Can I ask why?: :I should say no, but you'll find out in an hour anyway. Tell you what. I'll tell you as long as you don't tell Wheeljack or Prowl.:

:Deal. What's going on?: :Prowl has been feeling down lately and I know he is feeling a bit insecure about how I feel for him. Earlier today I had my band learn a new song, a love song. I want to sing it with Prowl listening and in front of the audience I want to ask him to bond with me. : :AWE! That is amazing!: :I am glad you think so. :

:I am definitely on my way to get Wheeljack and then going to get Prowl. What time do you go on?: :I go on at 8:30 but the love song will be the last song I play. So don't be any later then 8. It will give you time to settle in and have a drink.: :Sounds good. See you soon.:

Skyfire ended the comm and Jazz took a deep breath. He hoped to Primus that all went well. He got inside and started to warm up with his band mates. He waited patiently for Skyfire, Wheeljack and Prowl to show up. A few klicks later the door opened and in walked Wheeljack. Jazz was confused.

He need Prowl for this to work. "Where is Prowl?" "Outside with Skyfire." Jazz gestured to a table he held for them. One in the front row. He walked outside and saw Prowl looking at the ground. "Hey!" Prowl looked up and gave a small smile. "You never invite me out here, what is so special tonight?"

Jazz answered his come first. :I swear to Primus I didn't tell him or Wheeljack or him anything.: :That is okay. You can go inside and join Wheeljack. I'll handle this.: "Are you going to answer me?" "Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts." "I'm going to head in." Skyfire bowed then left. "Why have you invited me here? Why tonight?" Jazz frowned. This wasn't his plan; he hoped he could come up with an excuse that Prwol would believe. Jazz smiled as he thought of the perfect cover.

"What about earlier today? You said you didn't think it was fair that I went out all the time and you had to stay home. I'm inviting you out and you can spend some time with some of our friends. I thought that is what you wanted." Prowl nodded and Jazz really hoped Prowl bought it. "That is fine and all but why didn't you ask me, yourself, instead of Skyfire and Wheeljack?"

"I woke up late and had to run out the door. I didn't have time to wake you from recharge and ask. I asked Skyfire as a favour. If it will make you feel better, from now on, I will ask you regardless if I am running late or not, okay?" Prowl smiled. "Okay." Prowl hugged Jazz and internally Jazz sighed in relief. "Ready to go in?" Prowl nodded. Jazz lead Prowl into the club and to his seat, he waited for him to sit down before going behind the stage.

Jazz took deep breaths in to his intakes and realized his servos were shaking a bit. He looked around the curtain and saw that Prowl looked relax and he smiled to himself. He prayed everything went right tonight. Worst that would happen? Prowl would say no and he would feel like a fool in front of everyone, but for love and for Prowl. He was willing to take the chance.

"Jazz?" He was pulled from his thoughts. "It is our turn to go on." He smiled and followed his band mates up on stage. He played alongside his band mates until his last song. He band mates left the stage and he brought a keyboard out on stage. The lights dimmed slightly and he started playing. "This is called. No One…" The music played its solo for a klick and then Jazz started to sing.

"I just want you close, where you can stay forever. You can be sure, that it will only get better. You and me together, through the days and nights, I don't worry 'cause, everything's going to be alright. People keep talking they can say what they like, but all i know is everything's going to be alright. No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling. No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you. When the rain is pouring down and my heart is hurting, you will always be around, this I know for certain."

Prowl put down his drink and look curiously at his saboteur. A love song? Why would he play a love song? He only called Prowl here to show him the hurt he had gone through over the last metacycle. A love song didn't show hurt. He kept listening.

"You and me together, through the days and nights, I don't worry 'cause, everything's going to be alright. People keep talking they can say what they like, but all I know is everything's going to be alright. No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling. No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you. I know some people search the world, to find something like what we have. I know people will try, try to divide, something so real. So till the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling. No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you. "

Everyone started clapping and one of the band mate's took the keyboard away and gave Jazz a mic. "Thank you. I'm glad you are all thrilled with the newest song." Jazz sat down on the edge of the stage before he continued. "You all or most of you at least, have been coming here for the last metacycle to hear me sing. I know you all have noticed how sad and depressing the songs were and there was a reason for that. I lost the one thing in my life that was important to me."

He looked at Prowl. "But I am more than happy to say, that I have very treasure back. I also brought him here tonight to ask him a very important question." Jazz hopped off the stage and the spot light followed him. He got down on knee and looked up at Prowl. "Prowl will you bond with me?" Prowl smiled and whispered "Seriously?" Jazz nodded his helm.

Prowl leaned forward and spoke into the mic. "Yes." Everyone in the club started to clap and shout, including Wheeljack and Skyfire. Jazz stood up and kissed Prowl deeply. Prowl kissed back. "I love you, Jazz. I love you so much." They kissed again. "I love you just as much Prowl."

Prowl and Wheeljack got drunk off of high grade. Skyfire wasn't drunk. But he thought everything was somehow funny. I walked them home and then I went home with Prowl. "When did you want to bond, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazz?" He sighed. "How about first thing in the morning so you can remember us bonding."

"Sssssssssssssoundssssssssssss good!" Jazz caught as he fell. "Prowl?" He was deep in recharge. "And you wonder why I leave you home all the time…" Jazz carried Prowl in to their home and up to the berth room. Jazz looked at a recharging Prowl before he went to clean himself up. "And bots say, I'm a party animal."

Jazz finished cleaning himself up and then made sure everything was off and doors were locked, before he made his way back to the berth room. He laid next to Prowl and smiled. He was happy that tonight went so well, aside from everyone but him getting wasted. He drifted off in to recharge and couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Author's Note: SO! Sorry I didn't have this up sooner. My real life depression and my other mental issues caught up with me and I couldn't find the "enegry" to write. However. It is finally done! Well the chapter is anyway. I am not sure how many chapters I will make story last this for. But as soon as I know. you'll know. Until next time. I hope you enjoyed and I hope you remember to review!