...I wrote smut oAo
Title: Watchin' You (01/01)
Verse: IDW Robots in Disguise
Rating: Strong R/NC-17.
Words: 2988
Warnings: Violence, A pinch of masochism. Interfacings.
Summary: Prowl being a good fighter is but the tip of the iceberg when it comes to secrets Prowl holds.
Notes: This was written as a follow up from wicked3659's fic Cool Down. She pretty much nagged me to work on this and post it =3= so uh...blame her for the results lol.
It's not beta read yet but someone wanted to read it asap so I'll update it with the beta read version later tomorrow!
The optics hidden behind blue glass watched the scene transpire as any captivated audience should. It didn’t make him happy but at the same time it did, as he knew this was but a golden opportunity to be savored and enjoyed bit by bit.
He had to hold back a small, sinister laugh as he watched the scene unfold. Oh, if only she knew what was to come next she would not allow this grave mistake to happen. But, alas, she did not know and he was all the more excited by that.
Arcee lowered herself to the ground, lazily cleaning off the remnants of hers and Prowl’s enjoyment, all too relaxed to be more alert of her surroundings. Why should she? Skywarp was already discarded somewhere else and she was only in the company of a fellow Autobot. Soon, though, she would learn the worst mistake she could do was to lower her guard around Prowl of all mechs.
Prowl held no individual loyalties but to a very few, Prowl’s loyalty was towards the Autobot cause in general and the sentiments behind the cause, its players were mere pieces that could be moved and swept at will to make the greater good happen. One would think Arcee would be one that would not make the mistake of feeling too safe or too comfortable around him, but it seemed Prowl’s prowess and strength had swept away any good sense she had left.
As Arcee continued to clean herself, Prowl took a couple of steps back, leaving sufficient distance between himself and his companion, an unmistakable sign that beckoned their observer and spurred him into action.
Black claws glinted in the partial darkness of the tower and Arcee was only able to release a low curse in time for the sharp edges to grace an arm’s plating. Prowl stood there, his face a perfect mask of indifference as he watched Arcee try to fend off her attacker with little success. Her responses were sluggish, her pleasured body still reeling from overload and excitement. Her hisses of pain were like a sweet melody and Prowl merely stood there, watching as Arcee was cornered against a wall and black fists pounded against her midriff.
The beating was almost savage, wild and unhinged as the assailant continued his assault on Arcee. She was in too much a shock to respond like she should, too much in a shock to even draw the slightest bit of masochist pleasure. She’d lowered her defenses, allowed her senses to be drowned and overwhelmed and in the end it had been a big mistake. Prowl watched, crossing his arms behind his back as the mech finally satisfied the fire within himself and took a few steps back to admire his handiwork, some energon dripping from his claws.
She wasn’t so badly damaged that she would need repairs beyond what her own self repair systems could handle. It was mostly dents and some minor energon lines that ruptured and would seal on their own. The greatest damage to her was just the exhaustion the beating caused and the shock still ringing through her processor.
“Who…?” She spat energon as she spoke, looking up to the primarily white mech that stood over her, looking down on her with a cold and controlled fury. “What are you doing here…?”
“Very kind of ya t’warm him up for me.” Jazz said with a tight scowl pulling at the corners of his lips.
Arcee looked from Jazz to Prowl and then back to Jazz. Were they in a relationship or something? “He never said anything!” She was not sorry she interfaced with Prowl, she was only sorry she didn’t know she would have an angry lover to deal with afterward.
“Of course he didn’t, it ain’t good to advertise our situation.” Jazz said, bringing a black hand to his face while flexing the claw tipped fingers. Arcee didn’t know Jazz had those to begin with which added a second layer of surprise to this encounter. The day was revealing far more about her fellow Autobots than she ever thought.
“So why am I the one getting beaten if he willingly went into this without mentioning you two have an…understanding.” Arcee leaned against the wall in a sitting position, rubbing her abdominal plates, feeling more exhausted than ever.
Jazz looked from his fingers to her and waved his hand to get rid of some of the energon left over on his fingers, bringing his other hand to run over the knuckles and feeling the minimal wear on the metal that his hyper sensitive finger tips could appreciate. "You see, we have this agreement..." Jazz ran his fingers along his knuckles stroking lightly as if he were appreciating a work of art. "If someone else starts it, I get t'beat their can." Jazz said absently before he turned his attention back to the bot on the ground. "If he starts it, I get to kick his can an' frag him."
Arcee snorted. "It doesn't sound like he loses either way."
"No, he doesn't." Jazz agreed with a smirk. "Neither do I."
“You see...” Prowl chose to incorporate himself into the conversation at that point, coming closer to the other black and white mech, hidden claws revealed themselves, adding yet another surprise and revealed secret to the two Autobot officers. "Jazz has needs, Arcee. I endeavor to provide him with the release he requires in all fronts."
Arcee wasn't sure she understood what Prowl was getting at until a thought crossed her mind, able to perceive a slight increase in the intensity of Jazz's field. "...You set other mechs up so Jazz can fight them."
Prowl merely smiled amenably. “I do not personally consider myself much of a seducer but if the opportunity is made available to me I won’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation in Jazz’s behalf. Jazz’s proverbial nature is not quite what others believe.“
“Evidently.” She replied while her glossa licked her lower lip, feeling the edges of the split lip.
"Ya ain't the only one that has a Threat Level 9 in Garrus, Arcee." Jazz said softly, leaning over until his nose was inches away from her as a deep scowl pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Bein' an Autobot ain't easy...hard t'try to be black and white when you've been created t'be gray." Jazz pulled back and flicked a finger against her cheek. "Gotta have restraint...sometimes I envied ya. Not havin' to hold back fer anything. Not a care in the 'verse."
Prowl stepped closer to Jazz as Jazz straightened up and clenched his hands into fists. Arcee watched the back of Prowl's white hand brushing against Jazz's own and the black clenched fist relaxed, the fingers intertwined just barely.
It was then when she noticed. The two nearly imperceptible, barely there marks on their hands. It was an archaic symbol, something she had only known of because she herself was quite ancient --It meant only one thing. "Don't." Prowl spoke softly but with that no-non sense tone of his that admitted no arguments.
"Don't finish that thought, Arcee, 'cause if ya tell a spark, I'll kill you faster than y'can speak my name." Jazz said darkly, his visor became a dark ultra marine as he delivered his threat. Their relationship was obscure knowledge in itself. A handful knew of their relationship, mostly because Jazz had beaten the offending party after having their way with Prowl, but it was rarely spoken of and most of those that knew about them were long gone.
Those alive and in higher ranks that were aware of their relationship said nothing, made no comments and merely trusted them to handle themselves professionally, which they did, most of the time. For any prying optics their relationship was either casual at best or served a self serving purpose in both ends at worst.
To reveal their relationship was much more complex and far deeper than anyone could ever imagine was dangerous in several ways and could become a hindrance for their performance in their Autobot roles.
Arcee was sadistic and was content enough as long as she could get away doing what she wanted most of the time, but even she knew she would be no match for a fierce mech with a secret and a life to protect, more so if she was pitted against two very capable fighters and one that likely was not too far behind her in the dangerous level. A purpose often made someone all the more dangerous.
“You two aren’t common Autobots.” She said, distracting her thoughts away from the marks to the claws both mechs sported.
“We are Autobots…just not the same kind you know.” Prowl said as he brought a hand up and flexed his claws. “Jazz modified himself to get them; I modified myself to hide them.” Prowl smirked. “It wouldn’t do to look like I can tear someone’s face plating with a swipe. It doesn’t match the act, you see.”
Jazz purred in delight as Prowl spoke openly of his tirade. Prowl didn’t give much if any indication of just what a good and skilled fighter he was, which usually made other mechs under estimate him. Jazz, on the other hand, got quite a high from watching his lover fight unsuspecting mechs and floor them with the display of ability and strength others believed him incapable of. Arcee hadn’t been the only one turned on by Prowl taking down Skywarp.
“An’ now, if you excuse us, we have a little business pendin’.” Jazz said as he pushed Prowl against the nearby wall, wrapping his arms around Prowl’s waist. “Feel free t’watch the show but don’t get too comfy.”
Prowl allowed himself to be pushed back and wrapped one arm around Jazz’s waist as his lover began to kiss and nip at his throat with barely contained fervor. What Arcee didn’t expect from Prowl was to see him retrieve a pistol hidden somewhere on his back and aim at her while Jazz grew more fervent and desperate in his rushed affections, obviously craving his own share of Prowl’s attention.
Prowl didn’t disappoint, somehow managing to stimulate Jazz while his pistol remained trained on Arcee. Prowl dipped his helm enough to come to Jazz’s throat, sharp dental plates bit into the cabling and wiring, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Jazz who clung to Prowl and pressed his frame further against his lover’s. Prowl’s optic that still looked at her was partly obscured by his helm, the other completely hidden away from view by Jazz’s neck and head.
Interfacing with Prowl was one thing and every bit as pleasurable as she hoped but the sight of Prowl with someone else was alluring. It allowed her to see Prowl from another angle and she could understand partly why Jazz allowed himself to watch Prowl with others before taking the place that belonged to him.
Jazz was nearly delirious and it was obvious it had been too long since the last time the lovers had the luxury of sharing a moment like this with each other. Jazz exuded an aura of exhilaration, the high of allowing his wilder side out enough for a quick beating coupled with the sensations of his partner playing his body like a finely tuned instrument was quickly driving Jazz into frenzy.
Jazz’s lips moved with every little pant and groan, only then Arcee noticed the saboteur and special ops commander was actually speaking in a dialect she could not understand. Prowl responded with a dialect of his own and the contrast was strange but just as alluring as the two attractive mechs. Jazz’s dialect had a harsher yet had sing-song tone to it while Prowl’s was more refined but haughty.
Both dialects were so different and definitely not something she had been around long enough to known in full but she could tell both could understand each other even if they seemed unable to pronounce each other’s dialect. Jazz’s needy words an whimpers of pleasure were quickly heating up Arcee’s plating and if it wasn’t because she had a gun aimed at her, she would have begun to stimulate herself once again.
Jazz’s hands were running all along Prowl’s body just as Prowl’s lone hand found expertly every spot he knew would make Jazz weak at the knee joints. And, was that Jazz lavishing Prowl’s chevron and wringing little sounds of intermixed pain and pleasure from Prowl?
Arcee shuddered and bit back a moan of her own when Jazz began to claw at Prowl’s chest plates, and his lover decided enough was enough; with a quick flick of a wrist, the pistol spun in the air in time with Prowl turning the tables on Jazz, pressing the smaller mech against the wall instead as he caught the pistol in his other hand, keeping his aim on Arcee.
“Please…” Jazz’s clawed hands came to Prowl’s back for support as he used the wall for leverage and came to wrap both of his legs around Prowl’s waist. “Now…please.”
Arcee shuddered again and came to realize the real reason Prowl was aiming at her: the sound of shifting parts accompanied by the almost blinding light of two sparks revealed. They were merging their sparks, a moment when their exposed sparks were vulnerable.
Were Arcee of a less irreverent and morbid nature she would have looked away in respect of the two orbs that were now melding. Prowl, though, took no chances about their mutual safety, and through the throes of their passion, continued to keep the ever dangerous Arcee under check.
Jazz was too busy rubbing his body against Prowl’s, his own spark urged Prowl’s to hurry and merge already, but Prowl’s spark teased at the needy mech. Strings of light and energy licked at Jazz’s spark with an electric touch, dancing over the corona like a wicked child.
“Frag it, Prowl…! Jus’ do it!” Jazz cried pitifully, all too vulnerable, all too safe against Prowl. That was a luxury afforded only to him by Prowl. Only Jazz could feel truly safe in Prowl’s arms, knowing Prowl was loyal to him in that sense. Jazz could place his life in Prowl’s hands and knew he would be safe. Likewise Prowl knew Jazz was one he could entrust his life too, and even in his most volatile moments Prowl knew Jazz’s senses would prevail when it came to his partner’s well being.
Prowl laughed softly at his lover’s desperate and needy demands. “You get off on her looking at us, don’t you?” Prowl murmured pressing his chest further against Jazz’s until the metal plates were seconds away from succumbing to the stress and beginning to dent. A possessive kiss was bestowed upon Jazz who responded to the kiss with the same hungry sense of ownership. Prowl was his.
It didn’t matter how many ‘faced with him, it all had an ulterior purpose which ultimately led to Jazz obtaining the release he so desperately needed, the violent side of him that once in a while needed to come out to play.
Arcee watched the light grow brighter, electricity cracked and danced around them as the sparks merged, tinting the room with the combined hue of their life essences. Prowl ground his pelvic plating against Jazz’s and they rocked against each other while their sparks merged. How the praxian was able to keep the pistol steady was beyond Arcee’s care to comprehend.
Jazz broke the hungry kiss and buried his head between Prowl’s neck and shoulder, the claws scraping against the intricate design on Prowl’s back, eliciting a hiss of pain and pleasure. Prowl’s hand lowered just a little bit but as the sparks fully merged Jazz turned his face and although all Arcee could see was that bright blue visor and she knew Jazz was staring at her. Daring her to interrupt them and try anything on them during their merge.
Arcee was too thrilled watching them to care to do anything. Frag, if she could, she would pay to watch them ‘face any other time. She could only imagine what their intimacy would be like, what kind of kinks they entertained together.
Jazz bit down on Prowl’s shoulder to muffle a cry as the merger completed, and Prowl’s passion, pleasure and pain became his own. The merger was brief but powerful, both aware they couldn’t afford to luxuriate in their shared consciousness like they would in their love making. The overload came quickly and almost imperceptibly…both tensed and the sparks glowed so bright Arcee had to look away for a moment.
When she was able to look back, the two mechs were beginning to pull apart. Prowl lowered the pistol while they shared a brief kiss before Jazz pulled away from Prowl and retracted his claws. He addressed an indescribable look at Arcee before he began to walk away. “Remember, Arcee…you saw nothin’.”
Arcee scowled for a moment before she smirked in that borderline maniac way of hers. “Saw what?”
Prowl looked at Arcee and sheathed the pistol again.
“Nice catch.” Arcee complimented, rubbing her plating that felt deliciously warm but also sore still.
“His or mine?” Prowl asked absently as he watched through the window the ceremony coming to an end.
“Both.” Arcee smirked. “Think I can come watch next time you two decide you need to…unwind? I’ll be good.”
“Perhaps. We shall see.” Prowl snickered and began to walk away. “Oh and these,” Prowl said as he brought his hand up retracting his own claws. “Do not exist. Am I clear?”
Arcee laughed. “Crystal.”
“Good. Go clean yourself.” Prowl walked away, leaving Arcee on the ground, whether to follow his lover or to cater to Bumblebee’s aspirations of glory and leadership, she didn’t know.
She watched him go with a lazy smile on her face. “Now I’ll have that in my processor all cycle.”
Verse: IDW Robots in Disguise
Rating: Strong R/NC-17.
Words: 2988
Warnings: Violence, A pinch of masochism. Interfacings.
Summary: Prowl being a good fighter is but the tip of the iceberg when it comes to secrets Prowl holds.
Notes: This was written as a follow up from wicked3659's fic Cool Down. She pretty much nagged me to work on this and post it =3= so uh...blame her for the results lol.
It's not beta read yet but someone wanted to read it asap so I'll update it with the beta read version later tomorrow!
The optics hidden behind blue glass watched the scene transpire as any captivated audience should. It didn’t make him happy but at the same time it did, as he knew this was but a golden opportunity to be savored and enjoyed bit by bit.
He had to hold back a small, sinister laugh as he watched the scene unfold. Oh, if only she knew what was to come next she would not allow this grave mistake to happen. But, alas, she did not know and he was all the more excited by that.
Arcee lowered herself to the ground, lazily cleaning off the remnants of hers and Prowl’s enjoyment, all too relaxed to be more alert of her surroundings. Why should she? Skywarp was already discarded somewhere else and she was only in the company of a fellow Autobot. Soon, though, she would learn the worst mistake she could do was to lower her guard around Prowl of all mechs.
Prowl held no individual loyalties but to a very few, Prowl’s loyalty was towards the Autobot cause in general and the sentiments behind the cause, its players were mere pieces that could be moved and swept at will to make the greater good happen. One would think Arcee would be one that would not make the mistake of feeling too safe or too comfortable around him, but it seemed Prowl’s prowess and strength had swept away any good sense she had left.
As Arcee continued to clean herself, Prowl took a couple of steps back, leaving sufficient distance between himself and his companion, an unmistakable sign that beckoned their observer and spurred him into action.
Black claws glinted in the partial darkness of the tower and Arcee was only able to release a low curse in time for the sharp edges to grace an arm’s plating. Prowl stood there, his face a perfect mask of indifference as he watched Arcee try to fend off her attacker with little success. Her responses were sluggish, her pleasured body still reeling from overload and excitement. Her hisses of pain were like a sweet melody and Prowl merely stood there, watching as Arcee was cornered against a wall and black fists pounded against her midriff.
The beating was almost savage, wild and unhinged as the assailant continued his assault on Arcee. She was in too much a shock to respond like she should, too much in a shock to even draw the slightest bit of masochist pleasure. She’d lowered her defenses, allowed her senses to be drowned and overwhelmed and in the end it had been a big mistake. Prowl watched, crossing his arms behind his back as the mech finally satisfied the fire within himself and took a few steps back to admire his handiwork, some energon dripping from his claws.
She wasn’t so badly damaged that she would need repairs beyond what her own self repair systems could handle. It was mostly dents and some minor energon lines that ruptured and would seal on their own. The greatest damage to her was just the exhaustion the beating caused and the shock still ringing through her processor.
“Who…?” She spat energon as she spoke, looking up to the primarily white mech that stood over her, looking down on her with a cold and controlled fury. “What are you doing here…?”
“Very kind of ya t’warm him up for me.” Jazz said with a tight scowl pulling at the corners of his lips.
Arcee looked from Jazz to Prowl and then back to Jazz. Were they in a relationship or something? “He never said anything!” She was not sorry she interfaced with Prowl, she was only sorry she didn’t know she would have an angry lover to deal with afterward.
“Of course he didn’t, it ain’t good to advertise our situation.” Jazz said, bringing a black hand to his face while flexing the claw tipped fingers. Arcee didn’t know Jazz had those to begin with which added a second layer of surprise to this encounter. The day was revealing far more about her fellow Autobots than she ever thought.
“So why am I the one getting beaten if he willingly went into this without mentioning you two have an…understanding.” Arcee leaned against the wall in a sitting position, rubbing her abdominal plates, feeling more exhausted than ever.
Jazz looked from his fingers to her and waved his hand to get rid of some of the energon left over on his fingers, bringing his other hand to run over the knuckles and feeling the minimal wear on the metal that his hyper sensitive finger tips could appreciate. "You see, we have this agreement..." Jazz ran his fingers along his knuckles stroking lightly as if he were appreciating a work of art. "If someone else starts it, I get t'beat their can." Jazz said absently before he turned his attention back to the bot on the ground. "If he starts it, I get to kick his can an' frag him."
Arcee snorted. "It doesn't sound like he loses either way."
"No, he doesn't." Jazz agreed with a smirk. "Neither do I."
“You see...” Prowl chose to incorporate himself into the conversation at that point, coming closer to the other black and white mech, hidden claws revealed themselves, adding yet another surprise and revealed secret to the two Autobot officers. "Jazz has needs, Arcee. I endeavor to provide him with the release he requires in all fronts."
Arcee wasn't sure she understood what Prowl was getting at until a thought crossed her mind, able to perceive a slight increase in the intensity of Jazz's field. "...You set other mechs up so Jazz can fight them."
Prowl merely smiled amenably. “I do not personally consider myself much of a seducer but if the opportunity is made available to me I won’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation in Jazz’s behalf. Jazz’s proverbial nature is not quite what others believe.“
“Evidently.” She replied while her glossa licked her lower lip, feeling the edges of the split lip.
"Ya ain't the only one that has a Threat Level 9 in Garrus, Arcee." Jazz said softly, leaning over until his nose was inches away from her as a deep scowl pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Bein' an Autobot ain't easy...hard t'try to be black and white when you've been created t'be gray." Jazz pulled back and flicked a finger against her cheek. "Gotta have restraint...sometimes I envied ya. Not havin' to hold back fer anything. Not a care in the 'verse."
Prowl stepped closer to Jazz as Jazz straightened up and clenched his hands into fists. Arcee watched the back of Prowl's white hand brushing against Jazz's own and the black clenched fist relaxed, the fingers intertwined just barely.
It was then when she noticed. The two nearly imperceptible, barely there marks on their hands. It was an archaic symbol, something she had only known of because she herself was quite ancient --It meant only one thing. "Don't." Prowl spoke softly but with that no-non sense tone of his that admitted no arguments.
"Don't finish that thought, Arcee, 'cause if ya tell a spark, I'll kill you faster than y'can speak my name." Jazz said darkly, his visor became a dark ultra marine as he delivered his threat. Their relationship was obscure knowledge in itself. A handful knew of their relationship, mostly because Jazz had beaten the offending party after having their way with Prowl, but it was rarely spoken of and most of those that knew about them were long gone.
Those alive and in higher ranks that were aware of their relationship said nothing, made no comments and merely trusted them to handle themselves professionally, which they did, most of the time. For any prying optics their relationship was either casual at best or served a self serving purpose in both ends at worst.
To reveal their relationship was much more complex and far deeper than anyone could ever imagine was dangerous in several ways and could become a hindrance for their performance in their Autobot roles.
Arcee was sadistic and was content enough as long as she could get away doing what she wanted most of the time, but even she knew she would be no match for a fierce mech with a secret and a life to protect, more so if she was pitted against two very capable fighters and one that likely was not too far behind her in the dangerous level. A purpose often made someone all the more dangerous.
“You two aren’t common Autobots.” She said, distracting her thoughts away from the marks to the claws both mechs sported.
“We are Autobots…just not the same kind you know.” Prowl said as he brought a hand up and flexed his claws. “Jazz modified himself to get them; I modified myself to hide them.” Prowl smirked. “It wouldn’t do to look like I can tear someone’s face plating with a swipe. It doesn’t match the act, you see.”
Jazz purred in delight as Prowl spoke openly of his tirade. Prowl didn’t give much if any indication of just what a good and skilled fighter he was, which usually made other mechs under estimate him. Jazz, on the other hand, got quite a high from watching his lover fight unsuspecting mechs and floor them with the display of ability and strength others believed him incapable of. Arcee hadn’t been the only one turned on by Prowl taking down Skywarp.
“An’ now, if you excuse us, we have a little business pendin’.” Jazz said as he pushed Prowl against the nearby wall, wrapping his arms around Prowl’s waist. “Feel free t’watch the show but don’t get too comfy.”
Prowl allowed himself to be pushed back and wrapped one arm around Jazz’s waist as his lover began to kiss and nip at his throat with barely contained fervor. What Arcee didn’t expect from Prowl was to see him retrieve a pistol hidden somewhere on his back and aim at her while Jazz grew more fervent and desperate in his rushed affections, obviously craving his own share of Prowl’s attention.
Prowl didn’t disappoint, somehow managing to stimulate Jazz while his pistol remained trained on Arcee. Prowl dipped his helm enough to come to Jazz’s throat, sharp dental plates bit into the cabling and wiring, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Jazz who clung to Prowl and pressed his frame further against his lover’s. Prowl’s optic that still looked at her was partly obscured by his helm, the other completely hidden away from view by Jazz’s neck and head.
Interfacing with Prowl was one thing and every bit as pleasurable as she hoped but the sight of Prowl with someone else was alluring. It allowed her to see Prowl from another angle and she could understand partly why Jazz allowed himself to watch Prowl with others before taking the place that belonged to him.
Jazz was nearly delirious and it was obvious it had been too long since the last time the lovers had the luxury of sharing a moment like this with each other. Jazz exuded an aura of exhilaration, the high of allowing his wilder side out enough for a quick beating coupled with the sensations of his partner playing his body like a finely tuned instrument was quickly driving Jazz into frenzy.
Jazz’s lips moved with every little pant and groan, only then Arcee noticed the saboteur and special ops commander was actually speaking in a dialect she could not understand. Prowl responded with a dialect of his own and the contrast was strange but just as alluring as the two attractive mechs. Jazz’s dialect had a harsher yet had sing-song tone to it while Prowl’s was more refined but haughty.
Both dialects were so different and definitely not something she had been around long enough to known in full but she could tell both could understand each other even if they seemed unable to pronounce each other’s dialect. Jazz’s needy words an whimpers of pleasure were quickly heating up Arcee’s plating and if it wasn’t because she had a gun aimed at her, she would have begun to stimulate herself once again.
Jazz’s hands were running all along Prowl’s body just as Prowl’s lone hand found expertly every spot he knew would make Jazz weak at the knee joints. And, was that Jazz lavishing Prowl’s chevron and wringing little sounds of intermixed pain and pleasure from Prowl?
Arcee shuddered and bit back a moan of her own when Jazz began to claw at Prowl’s chest plates, and his lover decided enough was enough; with a quick flick of a wrist, the pistol spun in the air in time with Prowl turning the tables on Jazz, pressing the smaller mech against the wall instead as he caught the pistol in his other hand, keeping his aim on Arcee.
“Please…” Jazz’s clawed hands came to Prowl’s back for support as he used the wall for leverage and came to wrap both of his legs around Prowl’s waist. “Now…please.”
Arcee shuddered again and came to realize the real reason Prowl was aiming at her: the sound of shifting parts accompanied by the almost blinding light of two sparks revealed. They were merging their sparks, a moment when their exposed sparks were vulnerable.
Were Arcee of a less irreverent and morbid nature she would have looked away in respect of the two orbs that were now melding. Prowl, though, took no chances about their mutual safety, and through the throes of their passion, continued to keep the ever dangerous Arcee under check.
Jazz was too busy rubbing his body against Prowl’s, his own spark urged Prowl’s to hurry and merge already, but Prowl’s spark teased at the needy mech. Strings of light and energy licked at Jazz’s spark with an electric touch, dancing over the corona like a wicked child.
“Frag it, Prowl…! Jus’ do it!” Jazz cried pitifully, all too vulnerable, all too safe against Prowl. That was a luxury afforded only to him by Prowl. Only Jazz could feel truly safe in Prowl’s arms, knowing Prowl was loyal to him in that sense. Jazz could place his life in Prowl’s hands and knew he would be safe. Likewise Prowl knew Jazz was one he could entrust his life too, and even in his most volatile moments Prowl knew Jazz’s senses would prevail when it came to his partner’s well being.
Prowl laughed softly at his lover’s desperate and needy demands. “You get off on her looking at us, don’t you?” Prowl murmured pressing his chest further against Jazz’s until the metal plates were seconds away from succumbing to the stress and beginning to dent. A possessive kiss was bestowed upon Jazz who responded to the kiss with the same hungry sense of ownership. Prowl was his.
It didn’t matter how many ‘faced with him, it all had an ulterior purpose which ultimately led to Jazz obtaining the release he so desperately needed, the violent side of him that once in a while needed to come out to play.
Arcee watched the light grow brighter, electricity cracked and danced around them as the sparks merged, tinting the room with the combined hue of their life essences. Prowl ground his pelvic plating against Jazz’s and they rocked against each other while their sparks merged. How the praxian was able to keep the pistol steady was beyond Arcee’s care to comprehend.
Jazz broke the hungry kiss and buried his head between Prowl’s neck and shoulder, the claws scraping against the intricate design on Prowl’s back, eliciting a hiss of pain and pleasure. Prowl’s hand lowered just a little bit but as the sparks fully merged Jazz turned his face and although all Arcee could see was that bright blue visor and she knew Jazz was staring at her. Daring her to interrupt them and try anything on them during their merge.
Arcee was too thrilled watching them to care to do anything. Frag, if she could, she would pay to watch them ‘face any other time. She could only imagine what their intimacy would be like, what kind of kinks they entertained together.
Jazz bit down on Prowl’s shoulder to muffle a cry as the merger completed, and Prowl’s passion, pleasure and pain became his own. The merger was brief but powerful, both aware they couldn’t afford to luxuriate in their shared consciousness like they would in their love making. The overload came quickly and almost imperceptibly…both tensed and the sparks glowed so bright Arcee had to look away for a moment.
When she was able to look back, the two mechs were beginning to pull apart. Prowl lowered the pistol while they shared a brief kiss before Jazz pulled away from Prowl and retracted his claws. He addressed an indescribable look at Arcee before he began to walk away. “Remember, Arcee…you saw nothin’.”
Arcee scowled for a moment before she smirked in that borderline maniac way of hers. “Saw what?”
Prowl looked at Arcee and sheathed the pistol again.
“Nice catch.” Arcee complimented, rubbing her plating that felt deliciously warm but also sore still.
“His or mine?” Prowl asked absently as he watched through the window the ceremony coming to an end.
“Both.” Arcee smirked. “Think I can come watch next time you two decide you need to…unwind? I’ll be good.”
“Perhaps. We shall see.” Prowl snickered and began to walk away. “Oh and these,” Prowl said as he brought his hand up retracting his own claws. “Do not exist. Am I clear?”
Arcee laughed. “Crystal.”
“Good. Go clean yourself.” Prowl walked away, leaving Arcee on the ground, whether to follow his lover or to cater to Bumblebee’s aspirations of glory and leadership, she didn’t know.
She watched him go with a lazy smile on her face. “Now I’ll have that in my processor all cycle.”