Off the Wall

Time: Pre-Earth

Author's Notes: Well this was technically written before I started Nanowrimo. So I'm not really breaking the rules. But the next chapter is beckoning me for more awesome Robo!smexing. If I can get Prowl to shut up and put out. (and I have no idea why this is centered again)

WARNING! Lambo Sandwich! (also if you feel the need for a warning about PWP./smile/)

Fingers on his waist brought Prowl online. The dim light of his optics showed him Sideswipe's inactive form. He was aware of another source of blue as it drew near. Lips touched his chevron, teasing sensors designed to test wind flow and humidity with a soft gush of air. Prowl's fingers spasmed against Sideswipe's back, pleasure mixed with nervousness.

Blue optics powered on in front of him and a smile graced that silver face.

A yellow hand turned Prowl's face toward a hungry kiss. Prowl tasted energon, sweet, a high grade. That combined with the brightness of the blue optics led Prowl to one conclusion.

"You're overcharged, Sunstreaker."

The golden warrior drew the tactician away from his place next to the red twin. Sunstreaker ran his hands over Prowl's frame. Prowl tensed, his hands pressed against Sunstreaker's chassis. He leaned away from the Toughline, ready to shove the warrior away.

"So," he murmured against Prowl's neck.

Sideswipe slid closer, sandwiching the Enforcer between the two Toughlines. His fingers glided along Prowl's doorwings and he nuzzled the white audio receivers. "Please," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent surges through Prowl's plating.

He knew of many mechs who would jump at the chance to have the golden warrior once, just once. Or to have both of the Toughline twins. The 'exotic' experience of 'being shared' was a highly sought after encounter. Prowl did not number himself among those mechs. He'd always been satisfied with his time with the red twin, and Sunstreaker did not stroke his circuits in that way. Especially after getting to know him through his twin. Sunstreaker, quite frankly, shared the feelings. "He'll dismantle me when-" Sideswipe silenced the tactician by covering Prowl's lips with his own.

"Please, Prowl," Sideswipe whispered, kissing his pleas down Prowl's cheek. "Let me share you with my brother." He lifted gazed into Prowl's optics, brow ridge lifted and hopeful. Prowl stared into that expectant face, knowing that, though it had never been asked for by the red twin, this was something Sideswipe had always wanted, a strange quirk of the twins'. He'd always found it hard to say no to the red mech in the sanctity of their private moments, especially since most of his on duty answers were negative.

Not to mention the fit that Sunstreaker would throw if he sobered right then.

Or the questions that would result when security rushed in to find out what the commotion was. And they found the second-in-command in the twins' quarters.

Said brother busied himself with Prowl's torso plating, blissfully unaware of the debate going on over his audio horns. Prowl twitched at the sensations both sets of eager hands stirred.

Prowl wasn't done with his objections yet. "I thought you were too tired." He winced as Sunstreaker found a particularly sensitive section under his plate.

"I was. Now I'm not." Sideswipe pressed closer, his optics putting the lie to his words as they glowed dim from exhaustion. Prowl understood his lover's weariness. They both had gotten off from an extended set of triple shifts: Sideswipe from guard duty and patrol, and Prowl from patrol and tactical meetings.

"You realize you're taking unfair advantage of your brother's inebriation." He was still determined to win this.

"And?" Dental plates nibbled along Prowl's doorwings.

The tactician shuddered, incapable of holding still any longer under the double assault. Unable to reach Sideswipe past his doorwings, he grabbed at Sunstreaker's horns, denting the black edging. A moan rumbled from his engine as he curled into the amorous nibbling. His doorwings arched back when Sideswipe slid his fingers along sensitive circuits in his wing joint.

The golden warrior mumbled a two-syllable word, the 's' hissing against Prowl's torso plates. Fingers groped at exposed wires where Prowl's leg met his hip.

Sideswipe pressed closer, dragging his dental plates down each cable in the tactician's neck, one at a time. Prowl gasped, his fingers grasping at the black helm that was working its way up his chest plate.

"He thinks I'm Bluestreak," Prowl whispered harshly at his crimson lover.

The golden warrior captured Prowl's lips, pressing the tactician into the mech behind him.

"I know."

"Know what?" Sunstreaker murmured.

One of Sideswipe's hands pulled from Prowl's joint to caress down Sunstreaker's audio horn. "You know he likes to talk."

"Mmhmm."

Muffled by Sunstreaker's continued attentions, Prowl flicked his doorwing , rapping it against the red Toughline's shoulder.

Sideswipe batted the panel away, snickering. He slid down Prowl's back, avoiding the hand that snatched at him. Prowl could still feel the smile on the prankster's lips as dental plates nipped at Prowl's pelvic joint. Unlike Sunstreaker, Sideswipe knew exactly what to do for a reaction from the stoic second-in-command. Fingers dug past the cables, to stroke sensitive circuits in Prowl's inner thigh.

Prowl's mouth gaped open, and his vocalizer crackled as he shut it off against the cry that burst forth. He writhed in the twins' grasp, grabbing at both pairs of black hands. He knew that Sideswipe guided Sunstreaker's hands to more sensitive areas until he reached the doorwings, there Sunstreaker plunged his fingers into the joints and Sideswipe returned to Prowl's legs.

Three ventilators rumbled and whirred, working overtime against the heat building between the three bodies that pressed together. Prowl panted against Sunstreaker's shoulder, clutching one hand against the warrior's spoiler and the other at Sideswipe's audio horn. Sunstreaker teased his lips over Prowl's chevron, making the tactician spasm from the nips and kisses. Sideswipe swept caresses down Prowl's leg, and to the mag plates that allowed the Enforcer frictionless movement through Cybertron's streets.

Prowl scrabbled his hands over the two bodies, finding himself kissing the golden chestplate in front of him. His frame resonated with his own engine's rumble combined with the twin's purring arousal. His legs twitched and scraped against the berth from Sideswipe's attention.

He was barely aware of the twins obliquely passing their hands over each other, almost as though by accident. He knew they would reach for the same plates, stroking their fingers together and then seeking a different spot to attend.

Sideswipe slid back up Prowl's back, to join his brother in teasing Prowl's chevron and his hand swept over Sunstreaker's to tease the tactician's door joints. Prowl turned, the readings in his HUD going red as he grabbed the red twin into a fierce kiss. The warrior scooted out from behind Prowl, digging his fingers under the vibrating chest plate and stroking the tactician's fan belt. Prowl's vision flickered and then fritzed completely as his systems locked in overload. The grinding of gears next to him told him the twins, too, had reset.

Gentle nuzzles and whispered words brought Prowl back online. He leaned toward the touch, a moan trembling past his lips. Lips that were captured in a tender kiss. His fingers reached up to caress the angular mandible, and up an audio horn… bumping along the vents…

Prowl's optics snapped on in alarm as he replayed the previous cycle's activities. Sunstreaker's optics faded online and he pulled away, a scowl marring his handsome face.

"What are you doing here?" the golden warrior growled, engine turning from an aroused purr to an annoyed grumble.

"I was spending time with Sideswipe until you came in," Prowl replied, fighting down the sense of panic from being so close to such a temperamental, and powerful, mech.

"Sideswipe?" The blue sensors turned to the third set of eyes that watched with growing amusement. "You…"

"Didn't seem to mind last cycle," the incorrigible twin quipped, snuggling against Prowl's torso plating. "Sparkles, you should go, before the blackout's over." The Toughline pressed a kiss to Prowl's chestplate, still grinning.

"You…" Gears and dental plates ground together.

Sideswipe's optics flashed as he pulled Prowl up. "Are you saying it wasn't fun?" A grin curved over Sideswipe's face.

Sunstreaker's jaw snapped close. He glared at Prowl and looked away, scowling.

Confused, Prowl looked to the red twin.

Sideswipe ducked his head into the hall. "He has his pride." Another quick kiss was pressed against Prowl's lips. "It's clear."

Prowl paused. "You realize that we're going to have a talk about this?"

"Will it involve handcuffs and me calling you Prime?"

Prowl twitched.

Fingers brushed the tactician's hands. "Love you."

Prowl nodded. "You, too," and he ducked out of the room, hoping he wouldn't end up needing to send security to break up a fight.

He slipped past the patrols, sliding in and out of shadows as easily as Jazz. He blanched at the red and yellow paint marks that traced the twins' lovemaking.

He'd have to do something about that before he went on duty.