Off the Cuff

Author's Notes: Okami is bad. Very, very bad. This is a pure kink chapter, in one form or another. There's no plot (squint your eyes really small, you might see it). And the first part is Prowl/Jazz (because Prowl needed a reason to kink out on Sideswipe). Feel free to skip that first part (just head down to the scene break), promise not to be offended. Of course according to my muse, this might be the last smut-heavy chapter. Period. Unless something else catches my fancy in between writing the storyline piece. This is also the next to the last of the 'bonus chapters'.

Time period: Post 'Turned Off' before Sunny talks to Jazz.

Second WARNING: The first scene is dub-con/non-con Jazz/Prowl. Heck I'll even warn for the bondage-kink in the second half.

Otherwise, enjoy.

Black hands smoothed their way down the white chest. A whispered name hissed out of the black and white mech's vocalizer. Doorwings twitched as fingers explored their recesses.

"Prowl..."

The tactician moved his head, unable to look into the other's face.

Lips touched the cables of his neck, sucking and pulling the wires and fuel lines

Prowl's hands rested against the other's shoulders. His ventilators hitched as he shifted in the black and white arms. "Please, don't do this."

"Why?" The question played across the tactician's cheek, fritzing his circuits like a sudden chill.

"It's not-" A whine halted Prowl, as fingers explored the space where his chest plate and torso meet. "It's not right to do this to me."

Laughter rolled over Prowl's audio and the lips pulled back. "I ain't doin' nothin' t' ya, Prowl. Tell me to stop and I will."

Prowl twisted his head further away from Jazz. "Don't act like I have a choice. Jazz, please," he snapped when the saboteur found the sensitive wires of his legs. He shuddered under the continued assault, his legs involuntarily twitching as Jazz traced a sensitive seam.

"But y' have a choice, Prowl," the jovial mech all but purred. "Tell me to stop. I promise I will." The saboteur drew Prowl's leg up, sliding it along his waist, dental plates squealing together as he moaned.

Prowl slapped his fists to his side, writhing under Jazz's sensory assault. "Don't lie."

Jazz pinched one of the lines in Prowl's neck, playful frown in place. "It ain't a lie."

The world filled with static and lost all color as Prowl's systems tried to compensate for the loss of power. "You'll tell Prime." Prowl's vocalizer hissed and buzzed as he choked out the words.

"Man, Prowlie. Y'really know how to spoil the mood." Black fingers dug into Prowl's ankle tires, threatening to break through the rubber. "Y'need ta make it up t' me."

Hating himself the entire time, Prowl worked his hands over the Porsche's frame, touching his lips to Jazz's neck. He should never have approached Jazz after turning Sideswipe down; it only seemed to encourage the saboteur. He didn't know how to make it stop, He didn't know how to tell Jazz no without having Prime discover his other affair.

Logically he couldn't bring himself to blame Sideswipe for his own bad decision. He should never have accepted Jazz's help in the first place. Prime had just caught him off guard. He could have handled it.

Prowl dimmed his optics, pressing a kiss against Jazz's headlight, wishing he had the ability to replace Jazz with someone much more acceptable. He knew Sideswipe did it with Bluestreak, and even Streetwise. Prowl lacked that kind of imagination.

Jazz suddenly shifted, pressing Prowl into the berth. His lips locked onto the tactician's own. "Don't stop," he moaned when Prowl stilled for a few astroseconds. Jazz moved Prowl's fingers as the tactician listlessly stroked his armor. Guiding the white hands along sensitive spots on his body drove Jazz into a frenzy he vented on Prowl's frame; panting and nipping, digging with a free hand for a response from the other black and white mech.

It revolted Prowl. Yet his body betrayed him with an excited whine.

Jazz's systems overloaded, the light in his visor flickering. He nuzzled Prowl's cheek seam, as the tactician's turned his face away. "Why don't y' let me please ya, Prowl? That's all I wanna do. Don' y' get lonely?"

Prowl cut the power to his optics, struggling to calm his stuttering engine.

He flinched away from the touch of Jazz's fingers."

Jazz sighed and stood. "See ya at th' meetin' in the mornin'." A pause as though waiting for a response and then the sound of heavy steps and the door opening and closing.

Prowl activated his optics, staring ahead, not seeing the bare decorations of his quarters. He drew himself up, leaning against the wall, engulfed by the numb haze that always followed an overload by Jazz. He stood and collected the datapads sitting on his desk. He might as well attend to his work.

He would be getting no recharge this night, especially not here.

Sideswipe swerved toward his brother, laughing as the golden Lamborghini's engine roared, daring the other to hit. Sideswipe braked at the last minute, applying just the right pressure to keep from sliding on the wet road. He swooped behind Sunstreaker, and roared up on his other side, still laughing.

"Keep it up, bro, and I won't cover for you next time."

Sideswipe's engine coughed in laughter. "At least I didn't ask you to paint yourself red."

Sunstreaker swerved this time, his headlights popping up to flash a glare. "And I told you, I'm never doing that again. Especially not with smelting Gears. At least Bluestreak would never have noticed the difference."

"Aw give Blue more credit than that. He would have noticed."

"Yeah right."

"Wanna bet."

"Absofragginglutely not!"

Sideswipe laughed again, aimlessly turning his tires. "And here's my turn off. Send my apologies to the guys. Can't keep the officer waiting."

"That was your idea remember?"

Sideswipe slowed down. "Was fun though."

"Yeah it was. Slag off."

"Love ya too bro."

He pulled onto a dirt road and transformed about halfway down. He pushed past the grasping branches, until he stepped out of the trees and into a clearing.

Prowl stood there, already waiting. He stared toward Sideswipe, indicating he'd been tracking the twin beforehand with his sensors.

Sideswipe approached his lover at a cautious pace, trying to figure out what was out of place with this scene.

Prowl was quiet, giving no greeting or even a smile. He clasped his hands behind his back, his doorwings lifted high and his expression stern.

What had he done this time?

The red mech took the last few steps to close distance with the tactician. A hand on his chest brought him to an abrupt stop. Sideswipe stared at his lover in surprise.

"Prowl? What-"

"Shut up."

A frown crossed the twin's face. He reached up to touch the other's face, but Prowl knocked his hand to the side, not harshly, but stern.

"Do not. Touch. Me."

Sideswipe opened his mouth to try his question again, but stopped as he considered the tactician before him. He thought Prowl was angry, but no. Even furious Prowl never told Sideswipe to 'Shut up.'

'Be quiet' and 'Deactivate your vocalizer this astrosecond,' yes, but not 'Shut up.'

As if to confirm his suspicions the hand on his chestplate stroked down and light fingers caressed Sideswipe's headlight.

But that surge did not come from Prowl's hands.

He reached up again. "Prowl..." His vocalizer hitched when Prowl slapped an energon cuff on his wrist.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself," Prowl said as he locked Sideswipe's other wrist into the manacle, "can you?"

"What-"

Prowl jerked the cuffed hands, throwing Sideswipe off balance, and to his knees. "Or your vocalizer inactive."

Sideswipe stared up at Prowl, his jaw hanging.

Deceptively gentle fingers pushed the twin's mouth closed. "Are you trying to be bad?" the tactician's voice purred, and Sideswipe's circuits surged with another energy spike.

Thrown off balance by Prowl's unexpected actions, Sideswipe nodded.

"Oh, really?" again that surging purr. "I thought I taught you better than that."

Prowl's fingers caressed Sideswipe's cheek, and the burning surge followed.

Primus, what was he doing?

Prowl straightened, stepped around the warrior and drew Sideswipe against him. He slid down Sideswipe's back, metal squealing in protest, until he knelt with one knee between Sideswipe's legs and the other brushing the warrior's waist. Prowl wrapped his arms around Sideswipe's front, his hands running all over the warrior's front.

Sideswipe panted as the sensory stimulation heated his circuits. Prowl pressed harder, his forceful voice murmuring in Sideswipe's audio, sweet nothings that contrasted with his aggressive manner. Sideswipe stiffened, his optics blazing. Primus in the pits. He wanted to touch Prowl, so badly. Why didn't he take the slagging manacles off?

"Prowl-" Sideswipe's voice broke into a pleading cry. Energy surged through him, from Prowl's fingers on his waist, to the hand cupping his cheek. "What are you-" It was Prowl doing it, and oh slag, it felt so good and hurt so bad.

"Keep talking you bad mech."

Prowl's hands moved down to Sideswipe's neck, and the tactician pressed his face into the cables, energy coursing between his face plate and his fingers.

Sideswipe wavered, nearly blacking out as Prowl's energy field interfered with his power lines, unable to make a sound as his entire body stalled for that brief interval.

Field manipulation! Why the slag was Prowl using that?

Sideswipe houghed as his ventilators abruptly came back online. Prowl didn't stop his tactile assault, his fingers shaking from the effects of his abnormal technique. He panted against Sideswipe's shoulder tire, still managing to arouse the warrior even further with the gentle swing of the wheel. White hands splayed on the warrior's torso, pulling him back for Prowl to rub his own abdominal plates down Sideswipe's aft. The fuel in his tanks churned as energy ran through him, following the line of Prowl's body.

A chuckle rumbled Prowl's frame, and he paused his sensory assault to whisper into Sideswipe's horn. "Call me Prime."

Sideswipe threw a defiant glare over his shoulder. "Only in your cortex!" But he couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips.

A smile touched Prowl's mouth, but it was gone as suddenly as it was there. "I told you not to talk." Prowl gripped Sideswipe's arm panels, stroking his hands down with as shriek of metal, and another burning surge.

"Y' know I don't listen," Sideswipe panted, pushing his own energy field back at the tacitician.

Prowl moved his grip to Sideswipe's groin, touching the exposed wires there.

Sideswipe doubled over, Prowl pressing against his back, his field burning through Sideswipe's legs and up his sensory net. The red mech's arms shuddered with the effort that held him up. "Prowl... Prim...us," His vocalizer glitched.

"Almost. Say it, Sideswipe," Prowl doubled the assault, adding the field of his own legs.

Prowl's hand moved up, drawing along Sideswipe's energy field and coming to rest under the Lamborghini's bumper. His fingers caressed along the seam, and the surges stuttered the warrior's engine. "Say it, Sideswipe."

"Frag off."

Sideswipe hollered, shooting upright as the energy coursed through his engine, squeezing through his spark chamber. His systems redlined, overloading in a not-so-pleasant way. "Stop!" He bucked against Prowl. "Stop! Optimus!"

He collapsed when Prowl released him. He shook and shuttered as his field reasserted itself. A hand turned his head toward the tactician's concerned face. "Are you okay?"

"Ye-e-ah. Just give me a breem. " He jerked his manacled hands out of Prowl's reach when he moved to remove the cuffs. "No. Just wait."

Prowl sat back, his expression neutral while Sideswipe panted.

"We can-"

"No!"

Prowl nodded and stood. Sideswipe lay there for a breem and then a second, letting his repair system work. He heard the rattle of chains and managed a chuckle as he realized what Prowl was doing. He didn't know what brought this mood on, but he planned to fully enjoy it. Prowl's footsteps by his head made him look up.

Prowl had mud on one knee, but not the other. The ridiculousness of the image forced a laugh out of him. Prowl tilted his head, fists on his waist, burning optics the only feature visible on the Datsun's face.

"You only have mud on one knee," he snickered, gesturing with his bound hands.

Prowl lifted a foot to examine the aberration, his doorwings flicking dismissively as he noted the clump sitting on his joint. "I'll do something about that."

Sideswipe sat up, nuzzling against Prowl's thigh. The tactician patted the black helm and then pushed him away. Prowl knelt down, purposefully placing the clean knee down, looking pointedly at his lover. It drew another laugh from Sideswipe. He drew Sideswipe against him, resting his cheek guard on the red chestplate. Fingers delved into sensitive seams, bringing Sideswipe's systems into arousal.

Sideswipe caressed Prowl's thigh, the only part of him he could reach. "I'd enjoy this more if your engine was actually running."

Prowl looked up and his lips twitched. He shoved Sideswipe onto his back. "There you go, touching and talking again."

He placed one hand on either side of the twin's helm. He leaned down to murmur into Sideswipe's receiver. "Just because you don't see a reaction, doesn't mean I'm getting nothing from this." He then scooted down out of Sideswipe's sight and caressed the black legs. As before Prowl quested his energy field against Sideswipe's like a gentle caress, or a feathery touch. The tactician worked his way up Sideswipe's front, threading his field through the twin's and drawing moans from the warrior's vocalizer. Sideswipe writhed under Prowl's touch, his legs trapped by Prowl's interference.

Field manipulation was usually only done between bondmates who could read the other's stats without being interfaced, whose fields had already adjusted to each other. It was dangerous as it disrupted the flow of both mechs energy fields and normally was done closer to a medic than the middle of nowhere. Prowl hadn't done this for a very long time, even when this mood struck him, he had other methods he engaged.

Prowl hovered over him, his hands growing still, but his field continued to play over Sideswipe's drawing disrupted sounds from the red twin's vocalizer

Sideswipe so badly wanted to touch Prowl, return the feeling that the black and white mech had coursing through his systems. He lifted his hands, cradling Prowl's torso plating in his palms. Prowl sat upright, his optics flashing. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself." He slammed Sideswipe's hands over his head, chains rattling as his headlights hovered above the warrior's face.

It was an irresistible target.

Sideswipe lunged, setting his dental plates against Prowl's bumper, and tugging the tactician down. He laughed as Prowl pulled free and struggled back up.

"Bad, bad bad bad, oh so very bad." Prowl's chevron pressed against Sideswipe's forehead, and the words growled out from between his dental plates. His hands moved against Sideswipe's and something clicked.

Prowl moved away, allowing Sideswipe to look up at his manacles. Prowl had several chains wrapped around the central device, and looped around several nearby trees.

"Aw, don't you want a tree falling on your head again?" Sideswipe laughed at the pinching grip of Prowl's hands. His laughter cut off as the tactician added the force of his field to the grip

Prowl's other hand grabbed the rubber of the warrior's tires, digging into the tread. He drew the energy field through Sideswipe's systems and it looped back, unable to reach past the rubber. "You don't learn, do you?"

Sideswipe panted, pressing against the muddy ground, unable to move much less talk. "No," he finally choked.

"You'll learn to do as you're told. Call me Prime."

The metal chains clashed and rattled as Sideswipe struggled against them, arcing his back as Prowl pressed against his energy field. Invectives rolled out of Sideswipe's vocalizer as he writhed under his lover's electric touch.

Prowl didn't kiss him, didn't touch him with his lips, but he bade the warrior to do as he was told. The perfectly formed words shaping his mouth in ways that set Sideswipe imagination on fire with memories of how they felt against him. Oh how Sideswipe wanted the Datsun's mouth on him now. To feel those dental plates scraping against his chassis. He scrabbled to press his thighs against the tactician's aft.

"Prowl, please, oh please let me touch you –ahh- let me kiss you! Hnn. Please I can't stand- uhn."

Prowl ran a finger up the hood of Sideswipe's car form, his tone light despite the emptiness of his face. "Now why should I reward you like that when you're not doing as you're told. " He shifted until his knees pressed the white and black legs back to the ground. "You're still touching and talking for Primus' sake."

Sideswipe's energy field rippled along the path of Prowl's fingers, sending Sideswipe's systems into paroxysms as the field coursed through them.

"Now you have to beg to call me Prime. And maybe I will permit you."

A garbled cry erupted from the red mech's vocalizer. The trees creaked as they bore the entirety of his considerable strength. He kicked his feet seeking purchase, seeking release from his lover's torment. And torment it was. The pain of systems offlining and coming back on at sporadic rates, his engine and fuel tank churning under the assault. "Prowl, please." His mouth moved, but no words came out. The tactician intensified his careful attack, stroking along the fringes of Sideswipe engine. "Please let me say it."

"That's not begging. I know you can. You were, not even a breem ago."

"Please, oh please oh please. Let me. Let me!"

A white hand came up to stroke Sideswipe's cheek seam. "Do you really want to?"

"Primus, yes!"

The other hand joined in, stroking the black cheek guards, up to the audio horns; pulling on Sideswipe's energy field all the while. "Go ahead. Tell me what you want. Prove how much you want it."

"Ah Prowl." Static blacked Sideswipe's vision. "Prime! Prime, please let me touch you. Let me touch you, Prime. Please, oh please let me kiss you, Prime."

Prowl's optics dimmed as he stroked his thumbs over Sideswipe's lips, and then he leaned down and touched his lips to Sideswipe's. There was no passion in the gesture. No demand. It couldn't even be described as tender. That didn't keep Sideswipe from pressing forward, from making his own demands, and he certainly didn't bother with tenderness. He panted and whimpered against the tactician's mouth until Prowl responded. Languid hands contradicted the fierce humming of their fields wrapping around each other like two flames.

Prowl pulled away, mouth still open, panting –gasping- for air. Yet it didn't seem to cool his systems. His optics flickered and he almost seemed lost within himself. Sideswipe didn't have the ability to worry about that right then as Prowl hadn't halted rolling his energy field over the warrior's.

Prowl shook his head, shaking off whatever had drawn his thoughts away, and pressed his fingers against a recessed panel in Sideswipe's torso. Sideswipe shook as the tactician forced the access panel up.Primus, what's gotten into him? The black and white mech paused, his gaze never leaving Sideswipe's and he plugged into the now exposed port. Prowl straddled Sideswipe's body, his head hanging and his optics flickering. His physical inaction belied the invasive force of his programs latching onto Sideswipe's. He pressed through the warrior's networked systems, resetting each one as he passed. Sideswipe found himself unable to move anything but his arms, unable to control anything but his vocalizer. It would be the only way Prowl would know if he was going too far, for he had no access to Sideswipe's personality matrix, his spark.

Then he added the force of his energy field and Sideswipe cried out, unable to release any other way. Prowl's door wings flared and his hands dug into the muddy earth. He panted, his field pressing against Sideswipe's pulling it into his own, cutting it off, only to reconnect it an astrosecond later.

Sideswipe yanked at the chains and the trees groaned but held fast. Sideswipe could feel the ghostly caress of Prowl inside his systems, inside his mind, activating, deactivating and reactivating sensors and relays, and circuits and programs. Without his own connection Sideswipe couldn't reciprocate.

Prowl washed through him, almost as intimate as any bond. The only thing that connected the two mechs was the thin cable from Prowl' waist.

Blue flashed in his visual field, two shades of the same color, as distinct as they were the same. The energy fields hit the visible spectrum as lightning that twisted and tangled, shooting out from one to the other, coursing up the metal of the chains and lighting the trees, blackening without ever catching flame.

A finale of light and sound as the backwash hit them both, stuttering and stalling systems. Overloading and shutting them down. The roar followed, static filling their audio receivers.

Sideswipe came online with a start, aware of the weight on his chest and legs. He moved aching arms to reach down and stroke the limp doorwings.

"Pbbbrrrrooowlll?" He tried again, forcing his vocalizer to cooperate. "Prowl?"

He forced himself to his elbow, shaking the tactician's shoulder. "This in't funny, Prowl. C'mon." He rolled the black and white mech off him, scanning him with his optics as his other sensors hadn't come online yet.

A glow drew his gaze down and he yelped, scrambling to his knees.

He was covered in energon! In Prowl's energon!

"Prowl! Prowl, come on, activate yourself." Desperation raised his voice by a few octaves.

He couldn't see any damage that would account for the energon covering his chassis. Where the slag had it come from?

"Yer'a messsss Sssidessss," Prowl's words slurred out of his vocalizer, and his optics glowed weakly.

"Primus, Prowl. Don't scare me like that!" He drew the tactician against his pink chest plate. "How could I explain it to Ratchet, and Prime?"

Prowl hummed a non-answer. "I feel ssoo depleted. Have any energon goodies? My reserves are low."

He managed a crooked grin. That was where it was from. "Yeah, I think they're all over me." He pulled the container out of subspace, replacing the med kit.

Prowl was silent for a moment and Sideswipe wondered if the tactician had fallen into recharge. "Pink's not yer color. Look better'n red." He took the goody offered. "Surge must'a purged my tank. S'rry."

"It's okay." Sideswipe disconnected Prowl's cable –wincing as it stuck to his port- coiling it and sliding the panel back over. He lay back, pulling the tactician with him. He landed on something uncomfortable, and snatched it out from under his head. He had been chained, hadn't he? "Shorted out your cuffs too."

"Mmmwonder how'll explain that." The tactician shifted, settling next to Sideswipe's side. "Y'all muddy."

"So're you. I don't want to hear it."

They lay in silence, giving their self-repairs a chance to work. Sideswipe popped a goody stick in his mouth. He'd clean up after he re-energized some.

"What happened?"

"Hmmm?" Prowl took another goodie from the container held against the warrior's torso.

"Something happened for you to want to do that. And you came with chains and handcuffs. You were planning it. What happened?"

Prowl hissed static, making Sideswipe lift his head in surprise. The Datsun turned away, his doorwings bent awkwardly.

"Prowl?"

"Nothing," Prowl snapped. "It was nothing."

Sideswipe scowled at his lover and lay back down. Primus, what did I say wrong?