I know this chapter is a little late, I've just been really busy lately! Got my junior cert results last week, so everything was sort of stressful! Anyway, sorry for the delay!

A sigh escaped Prowl's vents as he watched Jazz pace back and forth furiously. After a moment, the SIC spoke up. "Jazz, please sit. You will simply tire yourself out."

"Argh!" Throwing his arms up in the air in frustration, Jazz collapsed next to his lover on the berth. "Prowler... Ah don't wanna."

"I know, Jazz.. But you have to. Will you do it for me? Please?"

A small whine sounded from the smaller mech's vocaliser, and he nuzzled at Prowl's neck cables. "Dammit. Ya know Ah can't say no when you put it like that."

Casting him an amused smile, Prowl kissed the top of a sensory horn. "Thank you. You will be meeting Spectrum in approximately ten minutes in the main hangar for departure."

"Hm. There's lotsa fun we could have in ten minutes." Purring seductively, Jazz threw one leg over Prowl's waist and straddled him. He bit lightly at the Praxian's neck cables, licking over the marks quickly and kissing there.

"Come back from your mission unharmed, and I will indulge you." Prowl replied easily, pecking the saboteur on the lips and swiftly pushing him to his feet. "But for now, you need to meet Spectrum in the main hangar."

"Ah don't wanna though." The saboteur whined again, slipping his arms around Prowl's neck as the Praxian tried to usher him to the door. "Ah'm gonna end up tearin' his stupid face off."

"Please don't. I do not need the extra paperwork."

With a dramatic sigh, Jazz kissed the taller mech on the nose. "Fine. Just for you." He grinned sharply and danced out of Prowl's arms as the Praxian reached for him. "Better hurry or we're gonna be late!"

"Now you're worried about being late?"

Ignoring the snort, Jazz bounced down the corridors ahead of his lover. "Well, sure. The sooner Ah leave, the sooner Ah get back. And the sooner Ah get back, the sooner we can frag."

"You have a very one-track processor." Prowl murmured with a roll of his optics as they neared the main hangar.

"Oh, ya love mah one-track processor." The saboteur teased as they walked together into the hangar. A small stealth ship was running quietly in the centre of the hangar, and the tall slender form of Spectrum stood in front of it with his arms crossed. "He looks annoyed." Jazz whispered slyly to the tactician as they walked towards Spectrum.

"You're late." The Head of Special Ops snapped at the ex-Decepticon once they had stopped in front of him. Glancing at Prowl, however, Spectrum shot the SIC a shy smile. "Hi, Prowl."

Ignoring Jazz's scowl, the tactician nodded in greeting. "Hello, Spectrum. Are you fully prepared for your mission?"

"Of course." Another small smile. "It's only a little routine mission, though. Don't worry."

"Of course. You had better be going, then."

"Ah'll follow ya onboard in a second." Jazz smiled sweetly at the Spec Ops mech. The second the shimmery silver saboteur disappeared inside the ship, Jazz whirled around to face Prowl. "Ah can't stand him."

"Jazz-"

"Ah can't stay in a confined space with him for any space o' time. Ah'll end up rippin' him apart!"

"Please. You are very much overreacting. You promised me you would do this."

There was a brief silence as the smaller black and white seemed to struggle with his thoughts. After a moment he sighed and sagged slightly in defeat. "Fine. But Ah ain't takin' any responsibility for any unfortunate accidents that may happen to him while we're on this mission."

Barely resisting the urge to roll his optics, Prowl kissed the glowing blue visor gently. "Blue looks good on you." He whispered softly, smiling slightly. "Good luck. And be careful!"

"Ya know me, mech. Ah'm super careful." Jazz grinned, standing on the tops of his pedes to kiss Prowl fully on the lips. "And Ah'll be expecting mah reward when Ah get back!"

With a rumble of amusement from his engine, Prowl pushed the saboteur towards the ship. "Go. You're late enough already."

"Don't forget to pick Bee up from Ratchet! And answer any questions he might still have about interfacing."

"I notice that you planned Bumblebee's talk with Ratchet to perfectly coincide with when you would be absent from the base." Prowl noted dryly, watching his lover skip up the ramp of the ship.

Shooting him a cheeky smile, Jazz shrugged. "Ah have no idea what you're talkin' 'bout. Ah'll see ya later!" He gave one last wave before disappearing into the ship. The vessel was small; consisting of a captain's pod and a compartment containing four seats for passengers.

Two seats were already occupied. One by Spectrum, and the other by a white and blue mech who looked vaguely familiar to Jazz. But he had never been good with names.

"This is Mirage." Spectrum said, catching the questioning glance. "One of my best spies."

"And why are ya bringin' one o' your best spies on a li'l routine mission?"

Ignoring the curious looks Mirage sent him, Spectrum cleared his vocaliser and smiled nastily. "There was a change of plan, actually. We WERE going to go on a routine mission - just practicing basic Special Ops training - but now we are going to be viewing your infiltration skills."

"Infiltration skills? Do they really need t' be tested? Ah thought ya all had firsthand experience of mah infiltration skills."

A nasty expression crossed the Head of Spec Ops face, but he covered it up quickly. "This will be in the field."

"What exactly are ya plannin'?" He was beginning to get concerned about Mirage's silence.

"We will be infiltrating the Decepticon base in Altihex."

Jazz was totally silent as he stared at the silver mech. "How stupid can one mech be?"

Bristling at the tone with which he was spoken to, Spectrum narrowed his optics. "If you're not up for it, I can tell Prowl and-"

A short bark of a laugh escaped the ex-Decepticon's chassis, "Yeah, and then Prowl can tear ya a new exhaust pipe for not tellin' him about your change o' plans. Great idea. But no, no, by all means bring me to the Decepticon base in Altihex. Have ya ever been there before? Lovely place. Really lovely. So who's drivin'?"

"I will be." Spectrum said stiffly, standing and making his way towards the cockpit. He sent Jazz one last glare before shutting the door.

"Afthole." Jazz hissed furiously, practically throwing himself on one of the spare seats and folding his arms.

Mirage remained silent.

"Stupid fraggin'- Ah know what he's tryin' t' do." Resorting to muttering to himself, Jazz started tapping his pedes impatiently off the floor of the ship as the engines started up. As it lifted into the air, he began fidgeting with his claws. "He wants t' see if Ah'll resort back t' Decepticon ways when Ah'm confronted wit' mah old comrades. Tha's underhanded and sneaky. Don't like him."

The quiet spy shot Jazz an uncertain look. "Are.. you okay?"

"Perfectly fine." The saboteur snarled irritably, glaring out a port-hole window as the ship began its journey away from Iacon. He turned his glare on Mirage so suddenly that the spy jumped in surprise. "Why are yo' comin'?"

"Oh. I'm the best at infiltration in Special Ops."

"Hm." Jazz looked him over briefly. "Right. Ya can turn invisible."

Mirage looked honestly surprised, and leaned back in trepidation. "How did you know that?"

"Hmm? Ah hacked into the Autobot databases when Ah first came t' Iacon."

"I see." Mirage looked extremely uneasy. "So.. Spectrum didn't tell you we were going to Altihex?"

"No, he didn't." The visored mech growled, flexing his claws.

"I think he's hoping a Decepticon will kill you." The spy said honestly, glancing towards the door of the cockpit.

"Ah think he is." Jazz agreed, following Mirage's gaze. "That's okay. Ah'm hopin' the same thing 'bout him."

...

"That's it up ahead." Spectrum whispered, pointing at an imposing looking compound ahead of them.

They had hidden the ship a while back, and had settled on travelling the rest of the way in vehicle mode, decreasing their chances of getting caught as they neared the base.

Outwardly, Jazz appeared totally bored with everything that was happening; the inside, however, was a different story. He was so nervous he felt like was going to purge his tanks. He had hoped he wouldn't be this close to another Decepticon base for a long time. "So are we goin' in or what?"

"Yes. I'll go in first, stealthily. Mirage, wait for my signal and then follow with him," Spectrum jerked his helm towards Jazz, who glared at him.

"Yes sir."

"What exactly are ya plannin' t' accomplish wit' this mission?"

The Autobot saboteur barely glanced at him. "We are planning to extract intel on the higher-ups in the Decepticon army."

"But what-"

"Hush. I'm going in now. Wait for my signal."

Jazz barely fought the urge to roll his damaged optics behind his visor as Spectrum slipped out from behind the cover they were crouching beside and darted away. "He's so full of slag."

An almost inaudible snort escaped the noblemech, although it was quickly covered up by a cough. "He is our superior."

"He's YOUR superior. Not mine."

"You are an Autobot now. Therefore, Spectrum is your superior officer."

The ex-Decepticon scoffed, glancing away. "Whatever. He'd better hurry the frag up."

...

"Stupid, idiotic, processor-glitched, jumped up fragball-"

"Will you be quiet?!" Mirage hissed at the smaller mech as they crept down the empty hallways of the Decepticon base.

"How could the fragger be so stupid as to get caught?! Ah thought he was meant t' be good!"

"We don't know he got caught! Just because he didn't give the signal, it does not mean we need to race in and be so rash about-"

"Shush!" Jazz waved a hand behind him at the spy, motioning for him to be quiet. A Vehicon was patrolling down the corridor towards them, and Jazz shoved the white and blue mech behind the corner. The second the Decepticon foot soldier was within his reach, Jazz grabbed him by the throat and crushed his intakes, before punching his hand through his face. "Alright, let's go."

Ignoring Mirage's shocked stare, the saboteur stepped over the corpse and continued down the halls. The spy hurried to catch up, whilst trying to retain his dignity by not running. "Do you even know where you are going?"

"Sure. Ah've been here b'fore. The datacentre is down this way; if Spectrum wanted get intel, that's where he'd've gone." Jazz led the way, slowing when the sounds of jeering laughter became louder.

Peeking his head around the door, he was greeted with the sight of about twenty Decepticons, grinning up at the limp shimmery silver frame of none other than the Autobot Head of Special Ops. Spectrum was suspended from the ceiling by his ankles, and appeared to be completely offline.

"Hmm. Would ya be opposed t' simply... runnin' away?" Jazz asked, glancing at Mirage.

The white spy was staring, wide-opticked, at his commanding office. "We cannot just leave him."

Heaving a sigh, Jazz glanced back at the rather amusing scene. He took a photocapture and saved it to his databanks to show Prowl later. "Fine. Stay here, Ah'll get him."

"How?" Mirage whipped his helm around and stared at the small mech as he got to his pedes.

"Haven't a clue. Hopefully some inspiration'll hit meh. You stay here and go invisible. If Ah get caught, you get outta here. Don't wait, don't try to be the hero, just get out."

Delicately stepping around the corner and into the datacentre, Jazz was pleasantly surprised to find that no one even turned around when he strolled in. He waited a moment, allowing the 'Cons a chance to spot him and begin shouting.

No one noticed him.

A frown stole across his face. He cleared his vocaliser loudly.

No one glanced his way.

"For frag's sake." The saboteur muttered under his breath, before raising his voice. "Hi there! That's mah comrade ya have strung up there. Mind if Ah have him back?"

Immediately, every gun in the room was pointed at his head.

"Whoa, now. Ah just wanna talk."

"Are you here to surrender?" A 'Con asked, optics narrowed.

"Hey, Scourge, right? How's it goin'? Nah, Ah ain't surrenderin'. Ah'm here t' negotiate the release of that idiot ya got hangin' from the ceilin'. Oh, hey Lockdown."

"Jazz?" Another Decepticon whom Jazz identified as a mech named Backlog peered curiously at him.

"What do you have to negotiate?" Lockdown asked loudly, keeping his gun firmly levelled at the Autobot's head.

"Information." Jazz beamed. "Ah could be a double agent. Ah know all the Autobots' secrets and plans."

"Tell us how to get passed the defences of the Iaconian base."

"Oh. Now that information, unfortunately, Ah do not possess. But anythin' else. Their favourite bookfiles, favourite colours, romantic interests, anythin'."

"Give us the current location of Optimus Prime."

Jazz winced. "Ah would if Ah could, but Ah can't. Ah wasn't told where he was goin'. To be honest, the Autobots don't trust me a huge amount. Can't say Ah blame them. Ah mean, here Ah am, offering to be a double agent. That's not exactly trustworthy behaviour, now is it?"

"Do you have any information that might be useful to us?"

"Loads," Jazz waved a hand airily. "For example, ya haven't even asked why we were here in the first place."

"I imagine you were tasked with obtaining intelligence pertaining to the chain of command and their weaknesses, or our upcoming battle plans and data."

"Oh. Yeah, okay."

"If you have nothing more to share..." Lockdown cocked his gun and his finger inched towards the trigger.

"Now wait just an astrosecond. What makes ya think Ah came here alone?"

"We know you didn't come alone. We have your associate hanging from our ceiling."

"Hm? Oh yeah. No, Ah mean someone else was with us. A very dangerous person. If Ah give the signal, he'll open fire."

Slowly, Lockdown lowered his gun.

"Y'know, if the Autobots were to lose this particular soldier, it'd be quite a blow to 'em. Ah could give ya this particular 'bot if ya let me and Spectrum go."

"You would betray the Autoscum so soon after defecting to them?"

A delicate shrug of slender shoulders. "My loyalties are fluid."

"Why do you care so much about a pleasure bot?" Backlog piped up, sneering nastily at Spectrum's lax frame.

"He ain't a pleasure bot, shocking as it seems. He's just a fraggin' pile o'-"

"How can we be sure you won't double-cross us?" Lockdown interrupted with a challenging scowl. "You're here offering to be a double agent. As you've said, not exactly trustworthy."

"You're Decepticons, and yo' tellin' me Ah'm not trustworthy?" With a light laugh, Jazz crossed his arms and grinned. "Bit hypocritical. But yeah, Ah get yo' point. Ah'm not gonna triple-cross ya, though. That'd just get confusin'." Slowly, Lockdown lowered his gun, and then motioned to the others to do the same. Jazz beamed cheerfully at them. "So we have an understandin'? Great! Gimme the idiot, then." There was a thud as Spectrum hit the ground, and the 'Con that had cut the energon rope grinned nastily. With a barely audible sigh, Jazz picked the silver mech up and slung him over his shoulder. "Well. This has been fun."

Within seconds, Lockdown had his gun trained on Jazz again. "You're not going anywhere."

"Ah was afraid ya were gonna say that." The visored mech sighed dramatically, managing to convey his attitude even though he was laden down with Spectrum's weight. "Ah don't wanna hurt all o' ya."

"You don't stand a chance. You're completely outnumbered."

...

"You should have seen him. I was watching from the doorway, and he just completely demolished every Decepticon in the room! And he was carrying Spectrum the whole time. It didn't even look like he was trying-"

Jazz was grinning the whole time Mirage was talking, occasionally glancing next to him at Prowl and nudging him. Most of the rec. room's current inhabitants were listening closely to the story, though most pretended to be completely uninterested. The visored mech leaned in closer to Prowl. "Are ya impressed wit' meh?"

"Hmm. I am impressed that you rescued Spectrum, yes."

"Well, Ah couldn't ever do somethin' that would disappoint ya, Prowler." He nuzzled his nasal ridge gently against his lover's shoulder. "Plus, Ah wanted my reward."

The tactician pursed his lips in a weak attempt to hide a smile. "Hmm. Yes, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"

"Ah think Ah do, personally."

Prowl chuckled, and glanced back to where Mirage was giving an extraordinarily detailed account of Jazz's fight with the Decepticons. "I don't believe anyone would miss us. They seem quite enthralled with the story."

"Then let's go!" The saboteur grinned and mouthed at the larger mech's audio receptor.

Prowl was quite correct; nobody even noticed them as they got up and left the rec. room. Nobody even cast them a glance as they walked through the corridors, even as Jazz pawed at the taller mech's aft.

The second they both set foot inside the room, Jazz jumped the taller mech and practically tackled him over to the berth. Prowl was internally grateful that he had had the foresight to send Bee to Bluestreak's to play.

The saboteur licked a trail up Prowl's audio, and captured his lips in a deep kiss. He moaned slightly into the Praxian's mouth, and began running his clawed fingers around the edges of the graceful doorwings he admired so much. His talented hands easily found sensitive spots that had the SIC grunting and groaning within seconds.

Placing his hands on the hips that straddled his own, Prowl reciprocated by running his hands over Jazz's aft and interface panel. A whine escaped the saboteur's vocaliser and he pushed his panel back into Prowl's hands, only for the Praxian to whip his hands away.

"Tease."

A wry smile crossed Prowl's face, and he encouraged his lover to get off him and lay back on the berth. The moment Jazz was comfortably arranged on his back, Prowl kissed him deeply again, before beginning to trail kisses down his body until he reached the ex-Decepticon's interface panel. His glossa snaked out and licked at it tantalisingly. Almost instantly, Jazz had snapped back his panel and his spike extended. A chuckle vibrated through Prowl's chassis and through Jazz's interface components, causing him to mewl and arch upwards. "Eager, are we?"

"Mech, Ah've been waiting f'r this since ya mentioned a reward."

"Hmm," Prowl leaned forwards and ran his glossa around the tip of his lover's spike, grinning at the mewling noises it elicited from him. He gently took the top half into his mouth and bobbed his head slightly, taking the second half. He would have continued to take more of Jazz's spike into his mouth were it not for the fact that it was already pressing rather painfully against the back of his intake.

Jazz didn't seem to mind; his vents were working hard as he gazed down at the tactician as he sucked on his spike. "Primus, Prowl."

Hiding a grin, Prowl hummed around the spike, causing pleasurable vibrations up through it. His hands weren't idle, either; he touched and caressed every dip and curve and sensitive seam he could reach. Pulling his mouth back off of Jazz's spike, he slowly licked the lavender coloured beads of transfluid that had gathered at the slit on the tip of Jazz's spike.

The smaller mech gasped and moaned and dug his clawed fingers into their shared berth, causing deep gouges and scratches in the metal. He gasped as Prowl's denta grazed over the sensors on his spike, and then he howled as his overload crashed suddenly through him and his spike spurted lavender transfluid into Prowl's mouth. The Praxian barely blinked; he calmly swallowed the transfluid and licked the spike clean. Jazz collapsed back on the berth, gasping and grinning like an insane mech.

Without giving the saboteur any time to recover, Prowl lowered his helm to the leaking valve and ran the tip of his glossa around the rim. Jazz howled again, hips bucking into his lover's mouth. "D-damn it, Prowl.. Why did ya n-never tell meh how talented yo' mouth is?"

Prowl didn't even bother to answer; instead, he drew back, satisfied with the slickness of the valve. There was a click as his panel retracted and his spike emerged, fully pressurised and standing to full attention. Jazz's grin only widened, and he wrapped his strong legs around Prowl's waist as the Praxian lined up with him. "I will go gently." Prowl promised, rubbing soothing circles in Jazz's hip.

"Don't bother." Jazz gasped, moving his hips promiscuously. "Ah just want ya so bad. Take meh as hard as ya want."

Struggling to ignore the twitch of his spike at those words, Prowl nodded and slammed his hips forward. Jazz's helm fell back against the berth and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp as pleasure mixed with pain flooded his sensornet at the sudden action. "Yes!" He managed to choke out, nodding emphatically at Prowl. "Just like that!"

Taking his cue, Prowl drew back his hips and slammed them forwards once more, before setting a harsh rhythm and pounding into the saboteur's valve.

"F-faster Prowler.. Please!"

Eagerly complying to his partners orders, Prowl quickened the pace and began nibbling on one of Jazz's sensitive horns. A wail ripped free of the saboteur as he was assaulted by pleasure, and he wrapped his legs more firmly around Prowl's waist in an attempt to make him go deeper. "So tight, Jazz.." The tactician groaned in his audio as he thrusted deeper into his valve. Overload was building up in both of them, inching up and up.

Gasping and mewling and moaning praise to his lover, Jazz's hands clenched against the berth. He could feel dents forming on his hips from where Prowl's hands were digging in to him, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Prowl gave one final thrust into the velvety valve, and Jazz screamed out Prowl's name as his overload crashed around him, whiting out his vision. His valve clenched sporadically around Prowl's spike, pushing the tactician over the edge as well. Thick, lavender transfluid spurted into Jazz's valve and they both groaned in their pleasure.

Strength fleeing him, Prowl's arm struts gave out and he fell on top of Jazz, content to simply lie there. Once their ventilations had returned to normal, Prowl gently rolled off and simply lay next to his lover, scooping him up into a possessive embrace. Jazz smiled and nuzzled into the strong arms holding him, uncaring of the sticky fluids drying on their legs.

"We will have to get Bumblebee soon."

Jazz nodded absently. "Yeah.. Maybe we could rest for now though..."

"Yes. I think that is a good idea." Exhausted, Prowl didn't move another inch. "I am going to have to send Spectrum to the brig when he's out of the medbay. He needs to be reprimanded for deviating from the mission he stated you would be going on."

"Prowler?"

"Yes, Jazz?"

"Ah think Ah love ya."

Curious, Prowl looked down at the top of Jazz's helm, and kissed a single sensor horn. "Well, I know I love you. Go to recharge; you must be exhausted."

"Mmmm... Ah think Ah should go on missions like that more often.. I love how ya act afterwards."

"I am simply glad you returned safely. Now go to recharge."

Without another word, Jazz curled up into his lover and fell into recharge mode.