Oookay, this one didn't come as I had hoped. DX sorry!
Title: A Little Respect.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz
Summary: Sequel to Falling in Love. Prowl helps Jazz with his problem, and they take a step forward in their relationship.
Notes: This drabbleish thing answers to two plot bunnies. The idea of Jazz being actually blind without his visor, and Prowl taking the 'offensive' in his and Jazz's relationship.
Not Beta'ed, so if you spot something wrong, feel free to point me to it to correct it.
Jazz had to admit it. When it came to developing plans and strategies there was no one that could rival Prowl. Specially when the plan involved a personal vendetta.
"I swear, man. If you conduct yer plan on November 5th I'm gonna have to start callin' ya V" The Porsche chuckled softly as he reviewed the data pad he was handed. "Is this really necessary?"
"You want them to stop treating you like an useless piece of scrap or not?" Prowl wasn't in the best of mood, Jazz could tell that much.
"I do. But this feels a bit excessive."
"Jazz, I've learned one thing about our comrades in the many vorns we've worked together --Some of them won't learn a lesson until you pound it into their heads." It hadn't been a good morning for the Autobot's military strategist. Coming out from recharge to hear the whispers and rumors about him and Jazz had done a good job at making the tactician grumpy that day.
He didn't mind the other Autobots knew about him and Jazz, after all, he had no intention of keeping it a secret. What he did mind was the insinuation about their relationship being inspired either by pity for the blind 'bot or him taking advantage of Jazz's misery. Primus forbid he was actually in love with the mech.
Mirage had been a helpful accomplice in trying to dispel the rumors, but that did very little to quiet all voices, and even Mirage was beginning to lose his patience.
Prowl was famous for his undeniable and almost limitless patience, but that patience was beginning to wear off after almost two months of standing the whispering involving him and Jazz, and the never ending condescendence towards his lover. As the situation required it, certain Autobots were about to meet a different side of their tactician's personality.
"When are we doin' this, then?" The saboteur reviewed the plan once more, mentally wincing at certain parts. The Datsun was vindictive when he wanted to be, and he couldn't help but find that made his lover even more attractive to him.
"Two days from now. I have Prime's permission under condition we don't damage each other." The strategist rubbed his chin in thought as he made some minor changes to his plan. "I believe Brawn would be the first one. He rushes head first into the battle before assessing the situation. Hopefully he'll be the only one, too."
"If he talks t'me like I've just been sparked one more time I think I'll say 'screw the plan' and go straight for a beatin'." Brawn had been the one Autobot that had made himself a proverbial pain in the aft for the couple. He wasn't mean spirited nor he had bad intentions, but everyone knew he had the tact of a gnat.
Brawn was quick to treat Jazz like a sparkling, and a rather handicapped one at that. And he was the first one to assume the only reason Prowl had a relationship with Jazz was purely based on pity. In his optics the Autobot tactician was incapable of falling in love, specially to someone like the saboteur.
"Well," The Porsche grinned a bit and eased himself on the Datsun's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, "What are we goin' to do in the meanwhile?"
"You're going with Ratchet to complete that pending check up, and I am going to meet with Prime." Prowl chuckled softly at the cute pout the saboteur was giving him.
"Spoilsport." The visored mech pouted but brushed his lips against his lover's chin.
"I'll make it up to you later." The police cruiser smiled a little and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Get going now."
"I'm goin'! I'm goin'!" the Porsche chuckled softly and made his way to the med bay, humming contently to himself. Oh, how he was looking forward to spending time with his Datsun later that night.
---------------------
"Ugh. I'm not doing that again." The tactician groaned tiredly as he entered his private quarters, sighing heavily. He had offered to help Optimus Prime with the inventory of the newest supplies and parts. The task had taken much longer than he had originally considered, and had left him completely exhausted.
"Mmn... that took long, huh?" Jazz's mumbled, looking like he had just got out of recharge mode for a few moments.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea we'd take so long." The tactician sighed and literally dropped himself on the berth next to the saboteur. He wrapped his arms around the Porsche's middle and pulled him close, nuzzling him as if he was a body pillow. A gesture Jazz was more than willing to return.
"I guess we ain't getting' any late night fun tonight, are we?" The visored mech chuckled softly, cuddling against Prowl's body and getting comfortable against him, his voice sounded every bit low and drowsy.
"We could but I can't guarantee I won't offline on the middle of it." The Datsun chuckled softly and kissed the top of Jazz's helmet. "We'll have to postpone it until after the Plan Be goes into action."
"Sounds good t'me." Jazz nuzzled his face against Prowl's chest, falling into recharge mode soon after.
--------------------
"You have to be kidding me!" Sunstreaker groaned loudly as he carried some boxes on his arms. "I can't believe we have to do this. Who's idea was it to wash the Ark?!"
"Prime's orders boys, now shut up and move those afts." Ironhide guided the group of Autobots to the outside of the buried ship, which certainly looked in poor condition.
"But, Ironhide, the fragging thing will get dirty again in no time!" Sideswipe complained as he carried the soap supply.
"We're not just washing it, we have to give maintenance to the outer shell. If this part begins to rust out it'll spread to the rest of the ship in no time." Ironhide huffed, not too pleased about having to explain why washing and giving maintenance to the only non buried part of the Ark was a good idea.
"Stop winning and start cleaning!" Bumblebee chuckled softly, seeming oddly excited about the task they were appointed to.
The first phase of Prowl's plan was set into motion. In truth, the cleaning in such scale wasn't as necessary, since Wheeljack and Ratchet had conducted the required maintenance on the outer shell of the Ark not long ago. But what the other Autobots didn't know wouldn't harm them.
Brawn, of course had been complaining about the task almost since he was appointed to a section to work on. Others were far more diligent in their work, wishing to get over with it quickly.
"This is so boring." Cliffjumper sighed heavily as he scrubbed a metal panel vigorously.
"I'm so in love with you. I'll be forever blue. That you give me no reason. You know you're making me work so hard~" Jazz melodious voice broke the relative silence of the area, prompting all the Autobots to look at his direction on the top of the Ark. There was the saboteur happily dancing around with a cleaning tool similar to a mop.
"Jazz, what the pit are you doing up there? You shouldn't even be doing this!" Brawn called up to the dancing mech.
"Soul, I hear you calling. Oh baby please give a little respect to me~" Jazz sang a bit louder as he 'accidentally' bumped one of the water containers with his foot, sending it flying down to land forcefully on Brawn's head. "Oops! My bad! Sorry!"
The other Autobots laughed and mocked the mini-bot, hearing him mutter something about the irresponsibility of letting Jazz attend to the roof section when he was visually impaired. Soon enough more random objects kept 'accidentally' falling over Brawn through the course of the cleaning session. The mini bot had no idea this was just the beginning.
--------------
For the next couple of days Brawn had been subject to many accidents that had involved Jazz in one way or another. He was beginning to wonder if the other Autobot was doing it on purpose. The mini bot sighed and rubbed his head in exasperation.
The constant 'accidents' were giving mixed signals to the other Autobots. Some concluded quite soon they weren't accidental at all, and saw them as some sort of 'get back' from Jazz. Others saw their belief about the saboteur's impairment reinforced.
"I'd like to remind you all that there is a combat sparring session due in a joor. I advise you to clean yourselves and get ready." Prowl announced as he peeked into the room, looking around as the majority of the Autobots groaned and complained, all of them had forgotten about the training session of that day. Prowl turned to leave, setting the second phase of his plan in motion.
--------------
As the Autobots gathered on the training chamber he held up a data pad, casually surveying the list of names to pick a combatant, deciding it would be better not to call Brawn right away. "Windcharger, come forward." As the red mini bot came forward he looked back to the group of mechs. "Who would like to spar with him?"
Trailbreaker raised his hand and moved forward to begin their combat practice. The sparring sessions had been implemented under Ironhide's request to keep him and other Autobots from growing too restless during the periods of time when Decepticon activity was scarce. After a couple of matches the strategist finally called Brawn. "Who would like to spar with Brawn?"
"I'll do it." Jazz raised his hand, smiling cheerfully as he stood and walked towards Brawn.
"Oh, come on! You can't be serious. I can't spare with you!" The mini bot crossed his arms.
"What's the matter? Ya're 'fraid the blind 'bot will kick yer aft?" Jazz teased and retracted his visor, showing his dull, evidently blind aquamarine optics to all the Autobots in the room. "Tell ya what. Since ya're half my size I'll give ya an advantage and I'll fight without my visor."
Brawn groaned exasperatedly, he didn't like the way the taller Autobot had just made fun of his size, not realizing at all that Jazz was speaking to him in the same way the mini bot had been treating him for weeks. "Fine, if you want to play like that I'm not going to stop you. But it won't be my responsibility if you're damaged. I'm surprised Prowl's even going to let you fight!"
"Nobody is going to get special treatment on this. And Jazz is no exception. Proceed when you're ready." Prowl smiled inwardly, savoring already the predicted outcome of the match.
"Bring it up already, Brawn." the saboteur smiled warmly, standing in wait for the mini-bot's attack. Surely, the smaller mech launched himself with all he had, preparing to deliver a punch. Jazz moved aside and dodged the strike, turning back to face Brawn.
"Why you...!"
"Brawn, my man, ya're too slow for all that barkin' o' yours!" The Porsche grinned playfully, hearing every step taken by the other Autobot, and every little whistling sound that was produced by his frame cutting through the air. Jazz held his hands behind his back in a rather cute and relaxed fashion, dodging every hit, and every kick. At one point the saboteur stopped dodging and casually tripped the mini bot, quickly jumping away to avoid a counterattack.
"As you can see," Prowl began to talk, capturing the attention of all the Autobots present in the room, "The lack of vision hasn't undermined Jazz's combat performance in the least. He's definitely not helpless. I'd recommend you all to keep this in mind."
The saboteur continued to dodge more hits from the smaller Autobot, delivering an occasional kick in return quickly beginning to wear the mini con out until he finally collapsed in exhaustation. "Score one for the Jazzman! Anyone else wants ta join the fun?"
The other Autobots shook their heads promptly, if they had felt pity for him, it was surely replaced by awe and a certain degree of admiration.
"Very well. I think the training session is over for today." Prowl picked the exhausted Brawn, carrying him over his shoulder as he took him to the med bay to attend to any possible injuries. "Oh, and Brawn," The Datsun smiled a bit as he heard the other groan in response. "I'll appreciate if you keep your comments about my relationship with Jazz to yourself. Otherwise I'll have to take action, and I assure you, I won't be as kind as Jazz."
The mini-bot mumbled something in agreement, looking like he would slip into recharge mode on any second. After leaving the beaten mini-bot on the med bay, the second in command made his way to his office to carry on with other pending duties.
--------------
Jazz sighed contently as he brushed a large cloth along his arm, enjoying a much necessary 'bath' to relax himself after the training session of that day. The saboteur grinned to himself, glad that Prowl's quarters were fitted with a private wash rack. He really didn't feel like standing in the middle of the usual ruckus that filled the wash racks after a training session. The Porsche hummed a melody happily as he cleaned himself, feeling pretty content and in high spirits.
"Enjoying yourself?" Prowl's asked right by his audios, chuckling with genuine amusement when the saboteur squeaked and jumped away in surprise. The tactician raised his hands up in apology. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's all right." Jazz smiled and moved to step back under the spray of the faucet, continuing his work. "Ya're back early. I thought ya would be in that office for joors."
"I wanted to finish quickly and spend some time with you." Prowl's smile grew a little wider, stepping under the water, and took the cloth from his lover's hand. "Allow me." Before Jazz could protest --not that he intended to; the taller mech began to wash his lover's chassis diligently and soothingly.
"That feels nice." Jazz sighed softly and offlined his visor to enjoy the treatment the Datsun was giving him.
"Good."
The shorter mech smiled and let out a soft moan as he felt Prowl's own body behind his own, washing his front thoroughly.
"You know," Prowl whispered softly against his Porsche's audios. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my optics on. So perfect."
Jazz chuckled softly, nuzzling the Datsun's cheek as he wrapped an arm around his neck. "Ya haven't laid those optics on many creatures, then. I'm far from perfect. Ya know, blind bot and all that."
"That's irrelevant. You're still perfect in my optics." Prowl placed a soft kiss on the saboteur's neck, smiling to himself as he felt him react with a shudder. "My beautiful, perfect Jazz."
"Do ya really think that 'bout me?" The Porsche tilted his head to expose his neck better for his lover, feeling the tactician's hand idly rubbing on select places that elicited soft moans from him.
"Absolutely." The Datsun reached with his free hand and tilted his mate's face towards his own, placing a lingering kiss on Jazz's lips. "I've waited for you all my life."
Jazz groaned softly as he brushed his fingers over the tactician's thigh, feeling his arousal growing quickly. "I've wanted t'be with ya so badly since I saw ya for the first time. I felt back then that no one else could complete me the way ya could. I'm yours, Prowl... I love ya."
The tactician let the wash cloth drop to the ground as he wrapped his arms around the saboteur's midsection, pulling him closer. "I love you, too, Jazz." He turned the blind mech around to face him, pulling him into a hungry kiss. "Bond with me." Prowl asked against his lover's lips.
The saboteur nodded vigorously as he wrapped his arms around the police cruiser's neck, pulling his head down again to kiss him as he pressed his chassis as close as he could to his beloved's. "A-Are we doin' it here?"
"Maybe..." Prowl smiled mischievously once more, nipping on the saboteur's nose softly while his hands wandered along his chassis, prompting more sweet sounds of approval for his ministrations. "I guess we can always finish this on our berth..."
Without another word, the Datsun picked the visored mech and carried him away from the wash rack, mumbling the order to automatically close the faucet.
Jazz let out a little moan as he was laid on the berth, and reached to cup Prowl's face with his black hands, observing him, drinking in every little detail of his face plates, and tracing his lips with his fingers. He felt his spark ache with wanting, with longing, with the need to be one with the police cruiser. His mate. His soon-to-be bond mate.
Prowl kissed softly the digits that brushed against his lips as he climbed on top of the berth, caressing Jazz's body while the saboteur reciprocated each affection. Hands wandered over metal plates and armor seams, mouths and glossas pressed against each other in a battle for dominance. The universe concentrated entirely in that room, in the two lovers that procured pleasure and affection on each other, preparing themselves for a higher act.
"Jazz..." Prowl whispered huskily against his mate's audios. "Retract the visor."
The smaller mech nodded lightly before he retracted his visual aid, tilting his head a bit so his mate could see his face better. The saboteur moaned loudly, almost helplessly when he felt Prowl's hand massage a particularly sensitive spot on his chassis. "Prowl..." He whispered softly as he felt the Datsun's mouth wander along his chest plate.
"Yes, Jazz...?" The police cruiser asked in a rather seductive tone, brushing his lips up along the Porsche's chest plate, up to his neck and then to his cheek. "Tell me what you want..."
Jazz arched and groaned in pleasure, he couldn't help but find it incredibly arousing whenever Prowl talked to him like that -so close to his audios so sensually, asking what he wanted, letting him know he was loved and desired. To voice his approval of his own affections towards the slightly taller mech.
"More..." He breathed.
"More what, Jazz?" Prowl purred softly. His hand stroked teasingly over a very sensitive spot in his lover's body.
"Touch me more! Please!" The Porsche begged as he arched himself into the touch.
"Anything you want, my love..." The strategist kissed his mate's lips and proceeded to comply. Jazz sobbed as he felt the wave of pleasure send him so close to his overload. To hear the formal and no-nonsense Prowl's usage of the endearment made the experience the more sweeter.
The Porsche pulled his mate closer against him, and pressing his hands flat against the Datsun's back, searching for the joints of his door wings to rub and tease the sensitive appendages. The saboteur smiled a little to himself as his efforts were rewarded with a pleasured groan from his mate.
Jazz moaned disappointedly when he felt his lover pull away from him, so close to his own overload that he felt like a child denied a desired toy. He heard Prowl whisper something but he couldn't make out what. Soon enough he heard a sound and felt something warm wash over his body, he couldn't see, but he could feel the warming light of his lover's spark.
"Let me see you?" He felt the other's hand brushing against his own in silent approval. The smaller mech lowered his visor, covering his face with his arm for a moment, as the bright light of Prowl's spark beamed mercilessly. Jazz couldn't help but stare in awe for a few moments before he parted his own chest plate and opened the chamber that guarded his spark. "Love ya so much, Prowl." He whispered softly as he laid better on the berth, spreading his legs to accommodate his mate in a better position to bond their sparks.
"And I love you, Jazz." Prowl climbed on top of his mate, hissing in pleasure as he felt Jazz's legs brushing against his hips, "I'm y-yours."
"Baby..." Jazz smiled as he pulled his mate close to him, pressing him against his chest, groaning in pleasure as he felt their sparks beginning to connect, moving towards each other.
Both Autobots gasped softly as they felt themselves immerse into the other's very soul. Flashes of information about each other passed through their very optics, hiding nothing from each other. No barriers, no secrets. All they were was there for the other to explore at will.
Their sparks began to push against each other, swallowing one another, slowly becoming a single spark suspended in between two bodies. Jazz couldn't tell where he ended and Prowl began. He felt himself a part of his mate, and felt his mate a part of himself. Their affections and frantic caresses intensified ten fold, driving them both closer and closer towards that blissful overload.
Prowl felt himself wrapped in a cocoon of serenity and peacefulness, a soothing love that was entirely for him. The outside world didn't exist. The War ceased. For in their shared spark they were both safe from the universe.
The tactician closed his lips around the visored mech's throat suckling almost desperately, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his now other half, feeling his pleasure echo into his own body. A black hand searched a matching white one, tangling fingers together as the merged spark pulsed faster, harder, completing its merging. The wave of pleasure that washed upon their bodies was enough to overload their senses.
Jazz could hear his lover, his bond mate, crying out his designation as they overloaded, losing themselves to the sensations. The united spark that hovered in between their chests began to split slowly, and each half nested on the respective chamber.
Prowl groaned softly moving a little against his mate to change their position so they could lay against each other in the berth. For the next few moments no words were spoken. There was no need, loving glances were exchanged and promises shared through a silent link that now united them.
"I love you..." Prowl nuzzled his mate's neck, sporting the widest, happiest smile Jazz had ever seen on the tactician's face.
"I love ya, too..." The saboteur smiled warmly to his beloved, cuddling against him and wrapping an arm and a leg around Prowl, intending to keep him close to him through the night.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz
Summary: Sequel to Falling in Love. Prowl helps Jazz with his problem, and they take a step forward in their relationship.
Notes: This drabbleish thing answers to two plot bunnies. The idea of Jazz being actually blind without his visor, and Prowl taking the 'offensive' in his and Jazz's relationship.
Not Beta'ed, so if you spot something wrong, feel free to point me to it to correct it.
Jazz had to admit it. When it came to developing plans and strategies there was no one that could rival Prowl. Specially when the plan involved a personal vendetta.
"I swear, man. If you conduct yer plan on November 5th I'm gonna have to start callin' ya V" The Porsche chuckled softly as he reviewed the data pad he was handed. "Is this really necessary?"
"You want them to stop treating you like an useless piece of scrap or not?" Prowl wasn't in the best of mood, Jazz could tell that much.
"I do. But this feels a bit excessive."
"Jazz, I've learned one thing about our comrades in the many vorns we've worked together --Some of them won't learn a lesson until you pound it into their heads." It hadn't been a good morning for the Autobot's military strategist. Coming out from recharge to hear the whispers and rumors about him and Jazz had done a good job at making the tactician grumpy that day.
He didn't mind the other Autobots knew about him and Jazz, after all, he had no intention of keeping it a secret. What he did mind was the insinuation about their relationship being inspired either by pity for the blind 'bot or him taking advantage of Jazz's misery. Primus forbid he was actually in love with the mech.
Mirage had been a helpful accomplice in trying to dispel the rumors, but that did very little to quiet all voices, and even Mirage was beginning to lose his patience.
Prowl was famous for his undeniable and almost limitless patience, but that patience was beginning to wear off after almost two months of standing the whispering involving him and Jazz, and the never ending condescendence towards his lover. As the situation required it, certain Autobots were about to meet a different side of their tactician's personality.
"When are we doin' this, then?" The saboteur reviewed the plan once more, mentally wincing at certain parts. The Datsun was vindictive when he wanted to be, and he couldn't help but find that made his lover even more attractive to him.
"Two days from now. I have Prime's permission under condition we don't damage each other." The strategist rubbed his chin in thought as he made some minor changes to his plan. "I believe Brawn would be the first one. He rushes head first into the battle before assessing the situation. Hopefully he'll be the only one, too."
"If he talks t'me like I've just been sparked one more time I think I'll say 'screw the plan' and go straight for a beatin'." Brawn had been the one Autobot that had made himself a proverbial pain in the aft for the couple. He wasn't mean spirited nor he had bad intentions, but everyone knew he had the tact of a gnat.
Brawn was quick to treat Jazz like a sparkling, and a rather handicapped one at that. And he was the first one to assume the only reason Prowl had a relationship with Jazz was purely based on pity. In his optics the Autobot tactician was incapable of falling in love, specially to someone like the saboteur.
"Well," The Porsche grinned a bit and eased himself on the Datsun's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, "What are we goin' to do in the meanwhile?"
"You're going with Ratchet to complete that pending check up, and I am going to meet with Prime." Prowl chuckled softly at the cute pout the saboteur was giving him.
"Spoilsport." The visored mech pouted but brushed his lips against his lover's chin.
"I'll make it up to you later." The police cruiser smiled a little and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Get going now."
"I'm goin'! I'm goin'!" the Porsche chuckled softly and made his way to the med bay, humming contently to himself. Oh, how he was looking forward to spending time with his Datsun later that night.
---------------------
"Ugh. I'm not doing that again." The tactician groaned tiredly as he entered his private quarters, sighing heavily. He had offered to help Optimus Prime with the inventory of the newest supplies and parts. The task had taken much longer than he had originally considered, and had left him completely exhausted.
"Mmn... that took long, huh?" Jazz's mumbled, looking like he had just got out of recharge mode for a few moments.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea we'd take so long." The tactician sighed and literally dropped himself on the berth next to the saboteur. He wrapped his arms around the Porsche's middle and pulled him close, nuzzling him as if he was a body pillow. A gesture Jazz was more than willing to return.
"I guess we ain't getting' any late night fun tonight, are we?" The visored mech chuckled softly, cuddling against Prowl's body and getting comfortable against him, his voice sounded every bit low and drowsy.
"We could but I can't guarantee I won't offline on the middle of it." The Datsun chuckled softly and kissed the top of Jazz's helmet. "We'll have to postpone it until after the Plan Be goes into action."
"Sounds good t'me." Jazz nuzzled his face against Prowl's chest, falling into recharge mode soon after.
--------------------
"You have to be kidding me!" Sunstreaker groaned loudly as he carried some boxes on his arms. "I can't believe we have to do this. Who's idea was it to wash the Ark?!"
"Prime's orders boys, now shut up and move those afts." Ironhide guided the group of Autobots to the outside of the buried ship, which certainly looked in poor condition.
"But, Ironhide, the fragging thing will get dirty again in no time!" Sideswipe complained as he carried the soap supply.
"We're not just washing it, we have to give maintenance to the outer shell. If this part begins to rust out it'll spread to the rest of the ship in no time." Ironhide huffed, not too pleased about having to explain why washing and giving maintenance to the only non buried part of the Ark was a good idea.
"Stop winning and start cleaning!" Bumblebee chuckled softly, seeming oddly excited about the task they were appointed to.
The first phase of Prowl's plan was set into motion. In truth, the cleaning in such scale wasn't as necessary, since Wheeljack and Ratchet had conducted the required maintenance on the outer shell of the Ark not long ago. But what the other Autobots didn't know wouldn't harm them.
Brawn, of course had been complaining about the task almost since he was appointed to a section to work on. Others were far more diligent in their work, wishing to get over with it quickly.
"This is so boring." Cliffjumper sighed heavily as he scrubbed a metal panel vigorously.
"I'm so in love with you. I'll be forever blue. That you give me no reason. You know you're making me work so hard~" Jazz melodious voice broke the relative silence of the area, prompting all the Autobots to look at his direction on the top of the Ark. There was the saboteur happily dancing around with a cleaning tool similar to a mop.
"Jazz, what the pit are you doing up there? You shouldn't even be doing this!" Brawn called up to the dancing mech.
"Soul, I hear you calling. Oh baby please give a little respect to me~" Jazz sang a bit louder as he 'accidentally' bumped one of the water containers with his foot, sending it flying down to land forcefully on Brawn's head. "Oops! My bad! Sorry!"
The other Autobots laughed and mocked the mini-bot, hearing him mutter something about the irresponsibility of letting Jazz attend to the roof section when he was visually impaired. Soon enough more random objects kept 'accidentally' falling over Brawn through the course of the cleaning session. The mini bot had no idea this was just the beginning.
--------------
For the next couple of days Brawn had been subject to many accidents that had involved Jazz in one way or another. He was beginning to wonder if the other Autobot was doing it on purpose. The mini bot sighed and rubbed his head in exasperation.
The constant 'accidents' were giving mixed signals to the other Autobots. Some concluded quite soon they weren't accidental at all, and saw them as some sort of 'get back' from Jazz. Others saw their belief about the saboteur's impairment reinforced.
"I'd like to remind you all that there is a combat sparring session due in a joor. I advise you to clean yourselves and get ready." Prowl announced as he peeked into the room, looking around as the majority of the Autobots groaned and complained, all of them had forgotten about the training session of that day. Prowl turned to leave, setting the second phase of his plan in motion.
--------------
As the Autobots gathered on the training chamber he held up a data pad, casually surveying the list of names to pick a combatant, deciding it would be better not to call Brawn right away. "Windcharger, come forward." As the red mini bot came forward he looked back to the group of mechs. "Who would like to spar with him?"
Trailbreaker raised his hand and moved forward to begin their combat practice. The sparring sessions had been implemented under Ironhide's request to keep him and other Autobots from growing too restless during the periods of time when Decepticon activity was scarce. After a couple of matches the strategist finally called Brawn. "Who would like to spar with Brawn?"
"I'll do it." Jazz raised his hand, smiling cheerfully as he stood and walked towards Brawn.
"Oh, come on! You can't be serious. I can't spare with you!" The mini bot crossed his arms.
"What's the matter? Ya're 'fraid the blind 'bot will kick yer aft?" Jazz teased and retracted his visor, showing his dull, evidently blind aquamarine optics to all the Autobots in the room. "Tell ya what. Since ya're half my size I'll give ya an advantage and I'll fight without my visor."
Brawn groaned exasperatedly, he didn't like the way the taller Autobot had just made fun of his size, not realizing at all that Jazz was speaking to him in the same way the mini bot had been treating him for weeks. "Fine, if you want to play like that I'm not going to stop you. But it won't be my responsibility if you're damaged. I'm surprised Prowl's even going to let you fight!"
"Nobody is going to get special treatment on this. And Jazz is no exception. Proceed when you're ready." Prowl smiled inwardly, savoring already the predicted outcome of the match.
"Bring it up already, Brawn." the saboteur smiled warmly, standing in wait for the mini-bot's attack. Surely, the smaller mech launched himself with all he had, preparing to deliver a punch. Jazz moved aside and dodged the strike, turning back to face Brawn.
"Why you...!"
"Brawn, my man, ya're too slow for all that barkin' o' yours!" The Porsche grinned playfully, hearing every step taken by the other Autobot, and every little whistling sound that was produced by his frame cutting through the air. Jazz held his hands behind his back in a rather cute and relaxed fashion, dodging every hit, and every kick. At one point the saboteur stopped dodging and casually tripped the mini bot, quickly jumping away to avoid a counterattack.
"As you can see," Prowl began to talk, capturing the attention of all the Autobots present in the room, "The lack of vision hasn't undermined Jazz's combat performance in the least. He's definitely not helpless. I'd recommend you all to keep this in mind."
The saboteur continued to dodge more hits from the smaller Autobot, delivering an occasional kick in return quickly beginning to wear the mini con out until he finally collapsed in exhaustation. "Score one for the Jazzman! Anyone else wants ta join the fun?"
The other Autobots shook their heads promptly, if they had felt pity for him, it was surely replaced by awe and a certain degree of admiration.
"Very well. I think the training session is over for today." Prowl picked the exhausted Brawn, carrying him over his shoulder as he took him to the med bay to attend to any possible injuries. "Oh, and Brawn," The Datsun smiled a bit as he heard the other groan in response. "I'll appreciate if you keep your comments about my relationship with Jazz to yourself. Otherwise I'll have to take action, and I assure you, I won't be as kind as Jazz."
The mini-bot mumbled something in agreement, looking like he would slip into recharge mode on any second. After leaving the beaten mini-bot on the med bay, the second in command made his way to his office to carry on with other pending duties.
--------------
Jazz sighed contently as he brushed a large cloth along his arm, enjoying a much necessary 'bath' to relax himself after the training session of that day. The saboteur grinned to himself, glad that Prowl's quarters were fitted with a private wash rack. He really didn't feel like standing in the middle of the usual ruckus that filled the wash racks after a training session. The Porsche hummed a melody happily as he cleaned himself, feeling pretty content and in high spirits.
"Enjoying yourself?" Prowl's asked right by his audios, chuckling with genuine amusement when the saboteur squeaked and jumped away in surprise. The tactician raised his hands up in apology. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's all right." Jazz smiled and moved to step back under the spray of the faucet, continuing his work. "Ya're back early. I thought ya would be in that office for joors."
"I wanted to finish quickly and spend some time with you." Prowl's smile grew a little wider, stepping under the water, and took the cloth from his lover's hand. "Allow me." Before Jazz could protest --not that he intended to; the taller mech began to wash his lover's chassis diligently and soothingly.
"That feels nice." Jazz sighed softly and offlined his visor to enjoy the treatment the Datsun was giving him.
"Good."
The shorter mech smiled and let out a soft moan as he felt Prowl's own body behind his own, washing his front thoroughly.
"You know," Prowl whispered softly against his Porsche's audios. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my optics on. So perfect."
Jazz chuckled softly, nuzzling the Datsun's cheek as he wrapped an arm around his neck. "Ya haven't laid those optics on many creatures, then. I'm far from perfect. Ya know, blind bot and all that."
"That's irrelevant. You're still perfect in my optics." Prowl placed a soft kiss on the saboteur's neck, smiling to himself as he felt him react with a shudder. "My beautiful, perfect Jazz."
"Do ya really think that 'bout me?" The Porsche tilted his head to expose his neck better for his lover, feeling the tactician's hand idly rubbing on select places that elicited soft moans from him.
"Absolutely." The Datsun reached with his free hand and tilted his mate's face towards his own, placing a lingering kiss on Jazz's lips. "I've waited for you all my life."
Jazz groaned softly as he brushed his fingers over the tactician's thigh, feeling his arousal growing quickly. "I've wanted t'be with ya so badly since I saw ya for the first time. I felt back then that no one else could complete me the way ya could. I'm yours, Prowl... I love ya."
The tactician let the wash cloth drop to the ground as he wrapped his arms around the saboteur's midsection, pulling him closer. "I love you, too, Jazz." He turned the blind mech around to face him, pulling him into a hungry kiss. "Bond with me." Prowl asked against his lover's lips.
The saboteur nodded vigorously as he wrapped his arms around the police cruiser's neck, pulling his head down again to kiss him as he pressed his chassis as close as he could to his beloved's. "A-Are we doin' it here?"
"Maybe..." Prowl smiled mischievously once more, nipping on the saboteur's nose softly while his hands wandered along his chassis, prompting more sweet sounds of approval for his ministrations. "I guess we can always finish this on our berth..."
Without another word, the Datsun picked the visored mech and carried him away from the wash rack, mumbling the order to automatically close the faucet.
Jazz let out a little moan as he was laid on the berth, and reached to cup Prowl's face with his black hands, observing him, drinking in every little detail of his face plates, and tracing his lips with his fingers. He felt his spark ache with wanting, with longing, with the need to be one with the police cruiser. His mate. His soon-to-be bond mate.
Prowl kissed softly the digits that brushed against his lips as he climbed on top of the berth, caressing Jazz's body while the saboteur reciprocated each affection. Hands wandered over metal plates and armor seams, mouths and glossas pressed against each other in a battle for dominance. The universe concentrated entirely in that room, in the two lovers that procured pleasure and affection on each other, preparing themselves for a higher act.
"Jazz..." Prowl whispered huskily against his mate's audios. "Retract the visor."
The smaller mech nodded lightly before he retracted his visual aid, tilting his head a bit so his mate could see his face better. The saboteur moaned loudly, almost helplessly when he felt Prowl's hand massage a particularly sensitive spot on his chassis. "Prowl..." He whispered softly as he felt the Datsun's mouth wander along his chest plate.
"Yes, Jazz...?" The police cruiser asked in a rather seductive tone, brushing his lips up along the Porsche's chest plate, up to his neck and then to his cheek. "Tell me what you want..."
Jazz arched and groaned in pleasure, he couldn't help but find it incredibly arousing whenever Prowl talked to him like that -so close to his audios so sensually, asking what he wanted, letting him know he was loved and desired. To voice his approval of his own affections towards the slightly taller mech.
"More..." He breathed.
"More what, Jazz?" Prowl purred softly. His hand stroked teasingly over a very sensitive spot in his lover's body.
"Touch me more! Please!" The Porsche begged as he arched himself into the touch.
"Anything you want, my love..." The strategist kissed his mate's lips and proceeded to comply. Jazz sobbed as he felt the wave of pleasure send him so close to his overload. To hear the formal and no-nonsense Prowl's usage of the endearment made the experience the more sweeter.
The Porsche pulled his mate closer against him, and pressing his hands flat against the Datsun's back, searching for the joints of his door wings to rub and tease the sensitive appendages. The saboteur smiled a little to himself as his efforts were rewarded with a pleasured groan from his mate.
Jazz moaned disappointedly when he felt his lover pull away from him, so close to his own overload that he felt like a child denied a desired toy. He heard Prowl whisper something but he couldn't make out what. Soon enough he heard a sound and felt something warm wash over his body, he couldn't see, but he could feel the warming light of his lover's spark.
"Let me see you?" He felt the other's hand brushing against his own in silent approval. The smaller mech lowered his visor, covering his face with his arm for a moment, as the bright light of Prowl's spark beamed mercilessly. Jazz couldn't help but stare in awe for a few moments before he parted his own chest plate and opened the chamber that guarded his spark. "Love ya so much, Prowl." He whispered softly as he laid better on the berth, spreading his legs to accommodate his mate in a better position to bond their sparks.
"And I love you, Jazz." Prowl climbed on top of his mate, hissing in pleasure as he felt Jazz's legs brushing against his hips, "I'm y-yours."
"Baby..." Jazz smiled as he pulled his mate close to him, pressing him against his chest, groaning in pleasure as he felt their sparks beginning to connect, moving towards each other.
Both Autobots gasped softly as they felt themselves immerse into the other's very soul. Flashes of information about each other passed through their very optics, hiding nothing from each other. No barriers, no secrets. All they were was there for the other to explore at will.
Their sparks began to push against each other, swallowing one another, slowly becoming a single spark suspended in between two bodies. Jazz couldn't tell where he ended and Prowl began. He felt himself a part of his mate, and felt his mate a part of himself. Their affections and frantic caresses intensified ten fold, driving them both closer and closer towards that blissful overload.
Prowl felt himself wrapped in a cocoon of serenity and peacefulness, a soothing love that was entirely for him. The outside world didn't exist. The War ceased. For in their shared spark they were both safe from the universe.
The tactician closed his lips around the visored mech's throat suckling almost desperately, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his now other half, feeling his pleasure echo into his own body. A black hand searched a matching white one, tangling fingers together as the merged spark pulsed faster, harder, completing its merging. The wave of pleasure that washed upon their bodies was enough to overload their senses.
Jazz could hear his lover, his bond mate, crying out his designation as they overloaded, losing themselves to the sensations. The united spark that hovered in between their chests began to split slowly, and each half nested on the respective chamber.
Prowl groaned softly moving a little against his mate to change their position so they could lay against each other in the berth. For the next few moments no words were spoken. There was no need, loving glances were exchanged and promises shared through a silent link that now united them.
"I love you..." Prowl nuzzled his mate's neck, sporting the widest, happiest smile Jazz had ever seen on the tactician's face.
"I love ya, too..." The saboteur smiled warmly to his beloved, cuddling against him and wrapping an arm and a leg around Prowl, intending to keep him close to him through the night.